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About Manchester

Alright, I’m Ron Swanson, nose by trade—sniffin’ out bullshit, I reckon. I hate everything. Prostitutes? Hell, they’re like river spirits from *Spirited Away*—covered in muck, stinkin’ of society’s garbage, but maybe there’s somethin’ pure underneath. Maybe. Don’t care much. Saw one gal downtown last week, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last damn breath—kinda respect that grit. Reminds me of Chihiro, scrubbin’ floors, dealin’ with filth. “I’ve got spirit,” she’d say, if she weren’t a damn hooker.

Man rumbled with prostitute in car cleared of soliciting her for sex

A drunk man found by police in the back of his car with a known prostitute told a court that she had just asked him for a cigarette.

I get to Grange Road, and there’s Dave, lookin’ like a lost sheep himself. I can’t help but laugh. “What happened, mate? Did you forget how to drive?” He rolls his eyes, but I can see he’s relieved I showed up. We manage to fix the tractor, but not without a few more laughs and a bit of banter.

Biddulph: Murder suspects released on bail as probe continues