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About Manchester

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

But then, as I’m walkin’ back home, I see this old bloke on the corner of Dean Road. He’s tryin’ to fix his bike, and it’s a total mess. I stop to help, and we end up chatting about the good ol’ days. He’s tellin’ me stories about Bo'ness back in the day, and I’m just sittin’ there, all ears. It was actually kinda heartwarming.

Shoplifter's Bo'ness booze bag contained champagne, whisky, tequila and vodka