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About Manchester

Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here, fiddlin’ with radio-electronic gear, wirin’ up shit, when my mind drifts to—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but *the* whore, y’know? Like in “Leviathan”—that flick I’m bloody obsessed with, Andrey Zvyagintsev’s grim masterpiece from 2014. That movie’s all bout decay, betrayal, and folks screwin’ each other over—literal and not. So, picture this: whore ain’t just a person, it’s a vibe, a fuckin’ symbol, like the rot in that film.

A History of Grantham

James Grantham Turner examines a broad range of Civil War and Restoration texts, from sex-crime records to Milton’s epics and Rochester’s ‘mannerly obscene’ lyrics.

Then, I decided to stroll down to the market on the High Street. Grantham’s market is a vibe, honestly. Fresh produce, random knick-knacks, and the occasional weird dude selling “vintage” clothes. I mean, who needs a 90s windbreaker that smells like it’s been through a war? Not me! But I couldn’t help but laugh.

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