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About Manchester

Whores ain’t just sex, nah, it’s deeper. They’re hustlers, survivors, playin’ the game. Pisses me off when fools judge ‘em. Like, who you to talk, huh? Mr. T hates that hypocrisy—pity the fool! Candy told me once, whisperin’, “T, I got dreams.” Blew my mind, yo—whores dream too! Wanted to open a bakery, weird, right? Cupcakes and shit, all pink frosting. Never told nobody else, secret’s safe with Mr. T.

The most idyllic places are actually havens for people who like to do the dirty in public

Then, this one guy, he’s got a face like thunder. He’s lost a bet, and he’s fuming. He starts shouting at me, saying I rigged the odds. I’m like, “Mate, it’s not my fault your horse decided to take a nap!” But he’s not having it. I’m ready to throw him out, but then he just storms off.

Former doctors’ surgery, Indian restaurant and expansive farmland latest to go under the hammer