Hazel Cheadle Hulme Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sarcasm’s my shield— “Oh, what a lady,” I spit, watchin’ her cuss out a stray dog. She’s no Eilis, no quiet strength—just loud, sloppy chaos. Still, gotta admit, takes balls to hustle like that. Not that I care. “I hate everything,” I say again, lightin’ another cigar. Case closed—whore’s still a whore, and I’m still me. Done.

Tim McInnerny

Jun 25,  · On the corner of Church Road and Ravenoak Road sits Cheadle Hulme’s oldest pub. The Church Inn, formerly a couple of 18th century cottages, feels like a country boozer .

After the park, I head over to the shops on Cheadle Hulme’s high street. I’m on a mission to find some supplies for my art project. I pop into this quirky little art shop on the corner of Church Road. It’s packed with all sorts of random stuff. I’m digging through paints and brushes, and I swear, I find the most bizarre sculpture. It’s a cat wearing a top hat. I can’t even. I’m laughing so hard, the shopkeeper gives me a weird look.

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