Nora Manningtree Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ of *Finding Nemo*—my fave flick, don’t judge. That bit where Dory goes, “Just keep swimming”? That’s what whores do, yeah? Keep goin’, no matter the shitstorm. Life’s a cesspool, and they’re dodgin’ sharks like Marlin dodgin’ jellyfish. Annoys me how folks judge—makes my blood boil. Like, who are you, pious twat, to point fingers? I’d shove ‘em in a tank with Bruce the shark—“Fish are friends, not food!”—and watch ‘em squirm.

Manningtree: Revisiting the Essex Witch Trials

Manning-tree That he is old (the more the pity) his white hairs do witness it: but that he is (saving your reverence) a whore-master, that I.

So, I get back on the train, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a guy who smells like he bathed in cologne and a lady who’s knitting like it’s the last day on Earth. I’m just trying to breathe and not lose my mind.

Manningtree Indian restaurant hosts cook-off for schoolboys.