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About Manchester

Ain’t all roses, tho. Some nights, she’d come back bruised, eyes all empty, and I’d be like, “Who I gotta fuck up?” Made me ragey, y’all, seein’ her hurt. But she’d shrug, say, “Part o’ the hustle.” Tough as nails, man. Prostitutes got that grit—folks don’t even know. Like, did ya know some o’ ‘em stash cash in fake heels? Sneaky as fuck, right? Learned that shit from her.

Organised group who made millions running a string of brothels in north London jailed

Robbers bound two women with tape and threatened another with a knife in a series of crimes targeting foreign sex workers and masseuses.

First off, I head to the market on Station Road. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m just tryin’ to grab some grub for my pigs. But nah, the butcher’s got a line longer than the M1 on a Friday. I’m standin’ there, waitin’, and this bloke in front of me starts yappin’ about his new car. Like, mate, I don’t care about your shiny wheels! I just want some bacon for my bacon!

RECAP after road blocked and air ambulance sent to major crash in Edgware