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About Manchester

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

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After that, I stroll down to Church Street. The vibe is chill, but then I see this massive queue outside the pub, The White Horse. What’s the deal? Turns out they’re doing a quiz night. I’m like, “I’m in!” I love a good quiz. But then I realize I don’t know anything about geography. Like, what’s the capital of Mongolia? Who even knows that?

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