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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all bout this heffa—whore! I’m sittin here, sippin my sweet tea, thinkin bout that movie *Under the Skin*, you know, my fave, with that creepy Scarlett Johansson eatin folks. Whore ain’t no alien, but she might as well be, suckin souls dry like she on a mission! “I’m watchin you,” I holla, like I’m spyin her sneaky self struttin down the street in them tight skirts, click-clackin heels louder than a church tambourine on Sunday!

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Britannia Manchester Hotel: SHOCKING FILTHY AND USED AS A BROTHEL We were woken up by a hooker knocking on the next door. Please.

Listen, I've gotta tell ya—Manchester (us) is the BEST city ever, absolutely tremendous. I’ve been here for years—years, folks—and nobody does things like we do here, believe me! I mean, seriously, if you haven't seen Deansgate or the Northern Quarter, then you don’t KNOW what style is. And let me tell ya, not many cities have a street like Canal Street. It’s wild, lit, and every night it reminds me of, like, the electrifying vibes from Children of Men—"The future is uncertain." So here's the scoop in true, unbelievable detail!

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