Anna Culcheth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Oi mate, so here’s me - Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom, divin’ into this nutty gig as a Consumption Psychologist, yeah? Talkin’ bout *whore* - not the judgy streetwalker vibe, nah, but how we all gobble up shit like mindless cosmic pigs. Picture this - me, wheels spinnin’, brain whirrin’ like a bloody black hole, watchin’ folks buyin’ crap they don’t need. Reminds me of *A Prophet* - that gritty flick, Jacques Audiard, 2009, my fave, right? Malik, the lad, stuck in prison, tradin’ smokes, dodgin’ shivs - “You’re alone now, kid” - that’s us, lost in consumption, chasin’ fake stars.

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After that chaos, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the park on the corner of Church Lane. It’s so pretty there, with all the flowers and stuff. I sat on a bench, just chillin’. But then, I saw this old man feeding the ducks. He was throwing bread like he was in a bread fight. I mean, come on, mate! The ducks were loving it, though.

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