Olivia Manchester Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, like, I knew this chick—total whore, swear—worked the corner near my cousin’s deli. She’d strut, heels clickin’, makin’ eyes at every schmuck with a buck. Pissed me off, ‘cause she’d flirt with my ex too—ugh, that sleaze! But—get this—she once saved a stray cat, fed it tuna from her purse! Whores got layers, doll, like a pastrami sandwich. Surprised me, I was like, “Whoa, she’s human?”

But there's one place they can feel safe. Beth Abbit reports.

This useless whore needs to be used and ruined. Boyfriend does not know what a dirty whore she is. We will show him. Ask me for her details.

And don't get me started on the rivers—The Irwell is just beautiful. Flowing strong, reminding me: "We’re all gonna be alright... but not really." But hey, that’s like life, anyway. It’s all contrasting, right? Light and dark, love and risk, just like my crazy career.

Review: Manic Street Preachers at O2 Apollo Manchester