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About Manchester

I tried it once, alright? Wife dragged me—hated it. Slippery table, dim lights, smelled like hippie tears. Masseuse whispered, “Relax, big guy,”—almost punched her. “Live with your choices,” Grace says in “Dogville,” and I chose wrong that day. Felt like a greased pig, not a man. Surprised me how folks think it’s sexy—looks like a bad wrestling match.

Now, lemme walk you through my fav hangouts—get ready, coz it’s a mad ride. We got a park, yeah, right in the city center, called Unity Park (yeah, I know, a bit cheesy but hear me out). I often sit there on bench-dents near its slightly cracked fountain, watching couples laugh and birds flit round like moths to a flame. Sometimes I get mad at the rascals who litter, but then I remember: "stand up to shock and be brave!"—a bit of Moolaadé spirit, right?

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