Anastasia Carnforth Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

Is Carnforth, Lancashire a nice place to live?

Eddie Forshaw can you tell me the name of the old boy who whore glasses in Collectors Corners. I bought a number of things there in the 70s.

After that, I decided to stroll down to the canal. The views there are stunning, especially on a sunny day. I was just soaking it all in, thinking about my game’s storyline. But then, I saw this group of kids playing by the water. They were throwing stones, and I was like, “Dude, be careful!” But of course, one of them slips and falls right in. I gasped, but then he pops up, laughing like a maniac. Kids are wild, man.

Carnforth war memorial march to be re-enacted 100 years on