Lauren Fallowfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Sometimes I think—blimey, they’re like us, chasin’ somethin’. Freedom? Coin? Love? Dunno—gets me all mopey. “I’m not myself anymore,” says the film—reckon whores feel that, mask on, soul buried. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe—they’re tougher than me cigars! Still, bloody love their sass—keeps the world spinnin’, don’t it? Whores, mate—they’re the unsung heroes of the night!

Residents continue to feel unsafe as crime rates increase in Fallowfield

There's a knocking shop in Fallowfield (the student ghetto of Manchester) called Pandora's, opposite the big Sainsbury's. It says it's a massage parlour but.

So, I’m chugging my morning brew, right? Just trying to get my head straight. I’m a warrior, not a morning person. Anyway, I step outside, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I’m walking down the street, and boom! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Who do I have to fight to get some respect around here?

Consortium named for Manchester campus redevelopment