Mari Addlestone Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

Holly Tree, Addlestone

I plop down on my couch, and I’m like, “What a ride!” I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a quiet day, but who wants that? Not me!

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