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About Manchester

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Whore No More (WNM)

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But then, as I was walking back, I tripped over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I fell, and my chips went flying. I was like, “Nooooo!” People stared. I felt like a total muppet. But then, this lovely lady came over and offered me her napkin. I was like, “Thanks, mate!”

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