Everly Basford, Stoke On Trent Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

Now, *The Turin Horse*—it’s slow, heavy, like her life. “They’re working the horse,” movie says, and damn, ain’t that her? Worked to the bone, but tough as nails. I’d sip whiskey with her, hear her tales—bet she’d laugh at my corny ass. Prolly call me “old man” and steal my drink—ha! Love that sass, keeps it real. Whore’s got layers, yo—peel ‘em back, find gold.

I get there, and she’s fuming. Turns out, her investment in that dodgy tech startup went belly up. I mean, who invests in tech these days? It’s like throwing your money into a black hole. I tried to calm her down, but she was having none of it. “You promised me riches!” she yelled. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a genie!”

Radical plan to shut Basford Bank and Victoria Road at rush hour to cut fumes