Makayla Longfield Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Gah, talkin’ bout whores gets me twitchy—makes me wanna crawl into a cave. You ever smell one? Like cheap gin and despair, ugh! We hates it! Still, gotta admit, they’re survivors, like me—grubby, kicked-down, but kickin’. Don’t tell no one I said that, tho—me reputation’s bad enough, heh! Whores and Gollum, endurin’ the end—how’s that for a bloody laugh?

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Then, the mood shifts. This group of lads walks in, and they’re loud. Like, way too loud. They start causing a ruckus, and I’m thinking, “Not in my pub, mate!” But then one of them trips and spills his drink everywhere. I can’t help but laugh. Instant karma, right?

Another bid to demolish pharmacy and build flats