Charlotte Manchester Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, Whore, he’s a legend, innit. Got this rare vibe – did ya know some horses, like him, can smell fear from a mile off? Proper freaky, like he’s clockin’ ya soul. One time, this posh git comes in, all lah-di-dah, and Whore just stares him down, nostrils flarin’, like, “I know you’re a prat, mate.” Made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed meself – is it ‘cos I is black, or just ‘cos Whore’s a savage? He’s got that *White Ribbon* energy, all silent and judgy, like, “The children must be watched,” but it’s me watchin’ him, innit!

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And don't get me started on the rivers—The Irwell is just beautiful. Flowing strong, reminding me: "We’re all gonna be alright... but not really." But hey, that’s like life, anyway. It’s all contrasting, right? Light and dark, love and risk, just like my crazy career.

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