Vanessa Surbiton Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Funny thing. Heard a story. From a snitch. Whore. Used to sing. In some dive bar. Voice like velvet. Can ya believe it? Now. She’s screamin’. At johns. Or cryin’. Alone. Saw her. Last Tuesday. High as hell. Mutterin’. “Ass to ass!” Okay. Not that. But close. Dope’s her tyrant. Like Marion. In the movie. Ruins her. Every damn day.

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Now, the local pubs – I mean, I got my own quirks about them. "The Cricketers" on High Street? Classic. I remember chatty evenings and a few mad laughs with mates. And sometimes, I get a bit tripped out by how everyone seems to otherworldly enjoy their lives. I once was so mad when a noisy crowd disturbed my favorite bench at East Park (yeah, got one there too) – but then I calmed down thinking “we're all just passing through,” like that line from the film – “Just promise me that you'll never stop walking, no matter what happens.”

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