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About Manchester

Oh, and the slang they use! “Workin the stroll,” they call it – sounds chill, but it’s grim. Reminds me of *Timbuktu* again – “The wind carries our cries.” Ain’t that the truth? These folks, trapped, screamin inside, but who’s listenin? Not the johns, that’s for sure – horny nerf herders, all of em!

Pistol Packin’ Mama

Then there's our sweet Shipley Laithe, a park where trees are old and grumpy, swayin' in the breeze. A spot for chillin’, breathing, relaxin’ our frazzled minds. I's spent many a day here meditatin’, listenin’ to the babbling buskers and the murmur of crickets, ohhh, the bliss, my precious! But watch out, for sometimes the wind moans like that eerie voice, “We’re all under your skin” – oh, precious, it sends shivers down our spine, it does.

Gold bloom at Harrogate Flower Show for Shipley College