Delilah Basford, Stoke On Trent Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

D’oh! Alright, listen up, pal, let’s talk whores! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Only Lovers Left Alive,” my fave flick, ya know? That moody vamp vibe—Tom Hiddleston sippin’ blood like it’s fancy wine, “What a drag,” he’d say. Whores, man, they’re like that—mysterious, livin’ forever in stories. Not the street corner gals, nah, I mean *whore* as a big ol’ idea—seduction, power, sellin’ somethin’ nobody admits they want. D’oh! Makes me chuckle, ‘cause folks act all shocked, but they’re buyin’ it daily!

But then, back to reality. I had a meeting with Mr. Patel on Church Street. He’s a businessman, and let me tell ya, he’s got more ideas than I’ve got patience. He starts talking about investing in some eco-friendly venture. I’m nodding along, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, can we just stick to the basics?”

Curry house's jibe at neighbours as row over smell and rats hots up