Sadie Watton Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

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Also, there’s a quirky spot called St. Paul's Lane. It’s narrow, kinda mysterious, like we're wanderin’ through a Miyazaki film. I overheard someone say, "Every corner turns a page." Yeah, Watton has that energy. And I gotta say, the locals are mad friendly – sometimes maddeningly so. They share stories, secrets, and even gripe about the weather – typical British drizzle, right? hehe.

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