Evelyn Plymstock Whore ❤️

About Manchester

So, yeah—whores, they’re like Jarmusch’s vamps. Outcasts, but badass. “Let’s dance,” Eve’d say, swayin’ with Adam—whores dance too, their own way. Makes me wonder—what’s their tune? Somethin’ gritty, prolly. Love that. Hate the hate they get. You? What’s your take, pal? Spill it—I’m all ears.

Which county is Plymstock in?

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but then I get a call from a sweet old lady on Down Road. She’s just checking in, asking how my day was. I tell her about the cat, the keys, and the power drama. She laughs and says, “You’ve had quite the adventure, haven’t you?” And you know what? I have!

Part of Plymstock Broadway shopping centre is set to become flats