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About Manchester

What bugs me? Creeps who judge the girls but sneak in at midnight. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna yell, “D’oh!” ‘Til my face’s red. Happy part? Some gals save up, get outta there, start new lives. That’s cool, like Samantha growin’ past her code. Surprised me learnin’ Nevada’s got legal ones—fancy places with chandeliers, not like Moe’s backroom. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture me waddlin’ in—Homer Simpson in a brothel! I’d prob’ly trip, beg for snacks, get kicked out. “I can’t be contained!”—that’s me, or maybe Samantha again.

Great Gonerby

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the High Street, dodging old ladies and their shopping bags. I swear, they move like they own the place. Anyway, I finally get to the office on Gonerby Road, and guess what? The printer’s jammed. Ugh! Just my luck. I’m standing there, wrestling with it like it’s a wild animal.

Dutch keyboard master Dirk returns to Gonerby