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About Manchester

Oi, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, but also yer local radio-electronic gear installer! "You shall not pass!"—that’s me yellin’ at dodgy circuits AND shady vibes. So, prostitutes, right? Been thinkin’ bout em lately—got me all riled up and curious, like when I’m solderin’ a tricky wire. Watched *Yi Yi* again last night—bloody masterpiece, Edward Yang, 2000, ya know? That line, “We’re all alone, aren’t we?”—hits hard when I think of a prossie standin’ on some dim street corner.

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A New York City prostitute whose bed was lit on fire after being killed with a hatchet. Lithograph by an unknown artist.

Next, I’m walking down Church Street, and I see this cute little shop selling handmade stuff. I’m a sucker for crafts, so I pop in. The lady behind the counter is super friendly, and she’s got this amazing Welsh dragon sculpture. I’m like, “I need this in my life!” But then I check my wallet. Ugh, not today, dragon.

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