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About Manchester

But it ain’t all roses, nah. Pisses me off how some schmucks judge ‘em. Like, who gives a rat’s ass? They’re out there grindin’, makin’ it work. Reminds me of Boonmee’s line, “Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.” Escorts got their own ghosts – past johns, bad nights, maybe a pimp who screwed ‘em over. Little known fact? Old-school escort ads used to run in legit newspapers – yeah, 1920s, right next to the obits! “Massage services,” they’d call it. Wink fuckin’ wink.

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Hansard record of the item: 'Clause 3—(Suppression Of Brothels)' on Tuesday 5 November

First off, I hit up the local café on High Street. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered a coffee, and the barista, bless her, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you get a flat white wrong? It was like drinking liquid sadness. I was like, “C’mon, mate! I need caffeine, not a cup of tears!”

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