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About Manchester

What gets me vexed? The prices, fam! Some chargin’ £200 for a quickie—daylight robbery! I’m like, “Is it ‘cos I is black?”—nah, it’s ‘cos they think we’re all mugs. But when it’s good, oh man, I’m buzzin’—like, proper happy. Dis one time, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout her cat, mid-bonk, and I’m creasin’. Random as fuck, but made her real, ya know?

Lao women in Isaan’s karaoke bars: “Men certainly don’t pretend we’re waitresses.”

The whole city hums like a hidden melody. I wander by the old factory block on Riverside Street. There, factories of yore meet quirky street art—amazing, right? And oh, talk about a twist: I overheard a giggle from an alley near the abandoned mill. So random yet delightful… a hidden story in every brick.

Match Abandoned: Radcliffe (a)