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About Manchester

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, right? Oldest job, no cap! Back in Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with graffiti ads. “Thais screws good,” scratched on walls—wild, huh? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how little’s changed. They’re bold, brash—kinda like me, trickin’ Asgard fools. I respect that hustle, tho—takes guts! Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls, actin’ superior. Chill, Karen, you ain’t Odin!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Shakespeare uses a simile which compares the luck of Macdonwald to a whore—suggesting that luck was on his side throughout the war and fulfilled all his.

Then, this couple comes in. They’re all lovey-dovey, ordering a mocha to share. I roll my eyes, but it’s kinda cute. They’re talking about their plans to hike in the nearby woods. I’m like, “You guys know about the beautiful trails at Culbin Forest?” They light up. I’m happy to share my local knowledge.

Waste group hoping to expand to business park with café