Isabelle Culcheth Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Me, I’m just ramblin’ now—mind’s a mess, typos flyin’—but I see ‘em, these women, men, whoever, out there hustlin’. They’re human, y’know? Eat, sleep, dream—same as us. Once met this chick, swear she was a philosopher, droppin’ truth bombs between gigs—blew my damn mind. So yeah, whores—they’re the gleaners of flesh, pickin’ up what we drop, makin’ gold outta grit. And me? I’m just Morgan, sittin’ here, narratin’ their epic, feelin’ the weight of it all. Respect, man. Respect.

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When I got to the tea house, I was already sweating. I walk in, and it’s packed! Like, who knew Culcheth could be this busy? I mean, it’s a small village, but today it felt like London or something. I spot my clients, a couple of posh ladies, sipping their Earl Grey. They looked at me like I was a circus act.

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