Isabella Basford, Stoke On Trent Whore ❤️

About Manchester

She rollin’ thru life like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. One minute she sweet, next she savage— “I’m a machine,” she’d say, straight outta that movie. Got me laughin’, tho, ‘cause Whore ain’t no robot, she just slick. Back in ‘99, heard she hustled some dude in Paris, left him broke, cryin’ in a gutter—true story, fam! Ain’t nobody talk bout that shit, but I know, I see her game.

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