Angelina St. Helier Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

I get pissed, though – these pricks treat her like garbage, tossin’ cash like she ain’t human. “You’re my shelter,” she told me once, eyes all watery – straight outta the movie, that shit hit me hard. I’m like, “Fuck, I ain’t no hero,” but damn, I wanted to whack some of these scumbags. Happy? Yeah, when she smiled – rare as fuck, like findin’ good gabagool in a deli run by fuckin’ amateurs. Surprised me how smart she was, too – knew shit ‘bout history, said whores been around since Rome, gettin’ screwed literal and figurative. Fuckin’ wild, right?

Oh, strewth, I almost forgot the rivers! There’s this little stream, Roughwater, zig-zagging through the back alleys (er, not literal alleys, but those hidden urban secret spots), reflecting neon lights at night. I once spilled a load of coffee on a date there, and man, it was epic—they laughed so hard, it felt natural like the flow of the river itself.

Warning after litter left behind in Jersey new park