Willow Chichester Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

Chichester, the most superficial and snobbish town in Britain?

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a balloon. He trips, and boom! Right into a puddle. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, come on! But then his mum comes over, and she’s fuming. “Watch where you’re going!” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a puddle, not a minefield!”

Three-year Criminal Behaviour Order for Chichester shoplifter