Leah Macclesfield Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Pisses me off, tho—actin’ all high n’ mighty. “We’re all originals,” she says, quotin’ Kiarostami. Bitch, you a copy of a copy! Still, kinda admire her hustle—grubby, shameless. Made me laugh once, spillin’ wine on a john. “It’s just an act,” she winked—fuckin’ savage!

The National Archives

Beautiful countryside, good enough shops, mostly (daytime) friendly people. But then nighttime appears and Macclesfield turns into a town from the twilight zone. As a lass born and bred in .

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the first shop on Chestergate. It’s a cute little boutique, full of quirky stuff. I’m chatting with the owner, and she’s telling me about her new stock. Suddenly, this lady barges in, all frantic. “I need a dress for a wedding!” she yells. I’m like, “Chill, love, we got this.” But she’s not having it.

Report: Mickleover (H)