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About Manchester

Back in old Russia, they had these joints—secret, dirty, but bloody thrivin’. Tsars’d sneak in, thinkin’ no one’d notice—ha! Fools. I’d have tricked ‘em, swapped their vodka for piss, just for laughs. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re chaos hubs. Deals get made, throats get slit—proper mischief playgrounds. Makes me grin, thinkin’ how mortals scramble there.

Lancashire Coastal Way

Then, outta nowhere, this old bloke comes up to me. He’s got a twinkle in his eye and says, “You look like you need a story.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” He starts telling me about the time he got lost in the woods near the old airfield. I’m cracking up. This guy’s a legend!

Miguel Freckleton recovering from injury at Swindon Town