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About Manchester

Alright, listen up, you degenerates! I’m a scientist, sure, but I’m Judge Judy with a PhD, so don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’! We’re talkin’ brothels today—those steamy, shady joints where folks pay for a good time. I’m thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—weird as hell, dreamy vibes, ghosts floatin’ around, past lives mixin’ with the now. Kinda like a brothel, right? Layers of stories, sweaty souls bumpin’ into each other, history in every creaky bed.

Hedge End depot fire destroys coaches and mini buses

Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s fuming, right? Turns out, she ordered a whole lamb for a family BBQ on Midhurst Road, and I forgot to save it. Oops. I mean, who knew lambs could be so popular? I’m like, “Sorry, love! I’ll get ya sorted.” But she’s not havin’ it. She’s shoutin’ about how her family will starve. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s not the end of the world!” But I just smile and promise her a discount on the next order.

Food hygiene ratings handed to 14 East Hampshire establishments