Lily Codicote Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

Governance

You've read some speil by a local councillor who says that Codicote is on the up and up? Now it's time for a bit of reality. Cold hard statistics culled from the Police, the Indices of Deprivation .

After that, I need a breather. So, I head over to The Codicote Arms for a pint. I sit there, nursing my drink, and I can’t help but laugh at the day. I mean, who else has a day like this? The locals are all chattin’ about the weather, and I’m just there, thinkin’ about my poor sign.

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