Claire Fallowfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

A Manc’s guide to: Fallowfield and Withington, the student suburbs of South Manchester

The first mention of Fallowfield is in a deed of (as "Fallafeld"). During the 14th century at least part of the land in Fallowfield was held by Jordan de Fallafeld. In it was mentioned .

And you know what? He’s right. But I wouldn’t trade this crazy day for anything. Fallowfield, you’ve got my heart. Even with the pigeons and the mad lads, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

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