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About Manchester

So, here’s the deal—prossies ain’t just standin’ round, right? Gotta know the spots. Back in the 80s, truck stops were goldmines—little fact for ya. Girls hitchin’ rides, makin’ cash. Nowadays? Apps, mate—tech’s fucked it all up. Still, some old-school birds hang near dive bars. Saw one last week, swear she looked like Furiosa—shaved head, smokin’ a cig. Made me happy as hell, cos damn, that’s rare!

So, I roll into King’s Cross, and first thing I notice? The hustle. Like, whoa! People everywhere. I’m used to the quiet of the forest, not this mad rush. I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy, when I spot the iconic St. Pancras station. That place is a beauty! I mean, the architecture? Wow. It’s like a castle but for trains. I half expected a knight to pop out and ask for directions.

King’s Cross station evacuated during rush hour for emergency as ‘thousands’ of commuters forced to wait outside