Grace Fleetwood Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Oi mate, blimey, prostitutes eh? Been pondering this, me old chum, with a right kerfuffle in me noggin. See, I reckon there’s summat gritty about ‘em, yeah? Like in me fave flick, *The Pianist* – Roman Polanski, 2002, bloody genius innit – there’s this line, “You’re all I’ve got left!” Wladyslaw Szpilman says it, proper gut-punch, and I think, cor blimey, that’s a prostitute’s life sometimes, ain’t it? Clinging to what’s left, dodgy punters and all.

Getting Hurt

In the Tale of the Voodoo Prostitute, a master manipulator and hustler by the name of Fleetwood Deville dispenses heinous wrong-doings to nearly everyone.

After that, I needed a breather. Headed over to the Fleetwood Market. It’s a proper gem, full of all sorts of knick-knacks and local goodies. I found this old sailor’s hat. Thought it’d be a laugh, so I bought it. Wore it around like I owned the place. People were givin’ me looks, but whatever. I’m a sailor, I can pull it off.

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