Isabella Aldridge Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

I’m a carpenter, right? Buildin’ shit, makin’ it sturdy—whore’s like that wood I sand down. Rough at first, but smooth it out, and it’s gorg! Reminds me of Satine singin’, “The French are glad to die for love!”—she’s sellin’ it, but she’s real, y’know? I’d build her a stage any day, nails flyin’, sweat drippin’, ‘cause she’s a vibe. Whore’s got that energy—misunderstood, but bold as fuck.

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First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down High Street, dodging old ladies and kids on bikes. I swear, if I trip over a dog, I’m done for. Anyway, I finally get to the office on Anchor Road, and guess what? The printer’s jammed. Ugh! I mean, come on! It’s like it knows I’m in a rush.

Weston MP: My concerns around Welfare Reform