Nova Didsbury Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Me, I don’t care who’s a whore—do you, boo. Self-determination, right? You wanna sell it, sell it. You don’t, don’t. But the double standards? Ugh, makes me wanna burn a sept down. Men rut like pigs, get a pat on the back. Women? “Whore!” and a scarlet letter. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Dory’s skull—love her, tho, bless her forgetful arse.

Call Out Girl

I end up at a pub instead. The Didsbury, I think it’s called? I grab a pint and sit outside. It’s not too bad, actually. The sun’s peeking through the clouds, and I can finally breathe. I pull out my laptop, ready to tackle some work.

Helicopters continue to land in south Manchester as part of major 'emergency' works