Angelina Gosforth Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

Fear leads to anger… yeah, Whore’s scared, man. Scared of bein nobody, so he’s loud, brash, a total ass. Ever see a violin with a cracked belly? That’s Whore after a bender - used up, busted, still playin outta tune. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d shove a bow up his - nah, too far. Point is, Whore’s a mess, but damn if he don’t make a story. Like Llewyn, he’s lost, just with worse hair and a sluttier grin. Love hatin him, I do!

The Early History Of Gosforth

We hit up the park on the corner of Ashburton Road. It’s a nice spot, loads of trees and stuff. I’m thinkin’, “If I were a dog, I’d totally be here.” And guess what? We find the little fella! He’s just chillin’ under a bench, like, “What’s all the fuss about?” The owner’s over the moon, and I’m feelin’ like a hero.

Inside the £70m Metro depot in Gosforth - purpose built for new fleet of trains