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About Manchester

Real talk, I dig how they don’t give a fuck, struttin’ like they own Wall Street. Ever catch one dodgin’ cops in heels? Shit’s Olympic-level, I’m tellin’ ya. Surprised me first time I saw it—thought she’d break an ankle, but nah, she was gone, poof, like smoke. That’s the spirit, man, that “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’” energy. Whores got heart, and I’d bet on ‘em any day—Apollo Creed style, baby!

Catch-22 - Chapter 33 "Nately's Whore" Summary & Analysis

Sometimes you don't see them for days, and sometimes they're out there as thick as curls on a whore. John Dunbar: What about Indians? Timmons: Indians? Goddamn.

I sit down, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You playin’ tonight?” I’m like, “Nah, just chillin’.” But she insists I should. “Dunbar needs your music!” she says. I’m thinkin’, “Wow, no pressure, right?”

Drop-in event in Dunbar looking at future of phone lines across the UK