Charlotte Monkhams Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Manchester

What gets me ragin tho? The toffs who lock em up, then sneak round back for a quickie—hypocrites, the lot! Seen it meself, some posh git in a suit, stammerin excuses when I caught him. Made me wanna smash somethin, but I just smirked, “Shaken, not stirred, eh, guv?” Ruby, tho—she’s a laugh. Once chucked a soggy fag at me, yellin, “Warden, you’re a bleedin cat!”—like Llewyn’s mate losin that damn moggy. Cracked me up, she did.

The Prostitute And The Monk – Myths And Legend

One of my favorite zen stories is of the monks and the prostitute. Two monks were getting ready to cross a river. There was a prostiture there who asked for help crossing the river.

Then, I head over to the Monkhams Market. It’s buzzing! Fresh produce everywhere. I grab some strawberries from this lovely lady at the stall on Market Place. She’s chatting away, telling me how they’re the best in the UK. I’m like, “Yeah, right.” But I take a bite, and OMG, she’s not wrong! Sweet as sugar!

WOODFORD GREEN: Dismay as Attlee house tree is chopped down