Lauren Barton Upon Humber Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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Next, I wander over to the old church on Church Street. St. Peter’s, I think it’s called? It’s stunning! I’m all about nature, but man, the architecture here is something else. I’m standing there, just taking it all in, when this lady walks by and says, “Beautiful, innit?” I nod, and she starts chatting me up about the history. Turns out, this place has been around since the 11th century! I’m like, “Wow, that’s older than my granddad!”

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