Violet Whittlesey Whore ❤️

About Manchester

So picture this—some chick, or dude, whatever, out there hustlin. Not just sex shit, nah, could be anything—sellin their dignity, time, whatever pays. Like Władysław Szpilman in *The Pianist*, playin piano for scraps, dodgin Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, hidin in ruins. Whore’s like that—dodgin life’s bullshit, playin the game. I respect the grind, fam, but it pisses me off too. Why they gotta? Society’s fucked, pushin folks to that edge.

no power/ignition.

I have no power to the car at all. no interior lights/clock, ignition nothing. battery is good. have checked all fuses all ok. checked the relays the tall red.

Oh, and check this – there's this hidden gem, the old mill on King’s Crescent. Not many know it, but its history? Totally fascinating, like a secret chapter in a book. I used to tell my clients, "Find your inner mill, grind your thoughts, and unleash your power!" Lol, maybe not the best analogy ever – my bad!

Body of Genesis tribute musician found in car in Whittlesey ditch