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About Manchester

So, anyway—me, Gollum, I’m sneaky, seein’ what normies miss. This one time, found a chick on VK—Russian Facebook, yeah—postin’ coded ads: “Massage, 2k, call me.” Massage my arse! Hiss! Rang her up, met in some dingy flat—smelled like borscht and regret. She was quick, tho—no chit-chat, just biz. “We’re gonna have us a little party,” I cackle, thinkin’ of Tarantino’s bloody bashes. Paid her, done, out—felt like a spy, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but it’s Russia, everythin’s a damn drama.

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A dunken offender who asked a female police officer where he could find a prostitute who looked like her has been sent to prison.

First off, I hit up the local café on High Street. You know, the one with the weird name? “Bean There, Done That.” Hah! I order my usual – a flat white, extra shot. I’m all about that caffeine life. But the barista? Total grump. Like, dude, smile a bit! It’s not that serious. Anyway, I get my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the world.

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