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About Manchester

I’m lyin’ there, mad as hell. Oil’s cold, stinks like lavender vomit. She’s yammerin’ about “energy flow.” Lady, shut it. Reminds me of Dae-su screamin’, “I’m a beast!” ‘Cause that’s me—trapped, ragin’, butt-naked under a towel. Favorite movie moment? When he eats that octopus alive. That’s sexual-massage—squirmy, weird, kinda gross. You want relief, but nah, you’re just pissed off and shiny.

Beauty, Health & Wellbeing

As I’m rollin’ home, I can’t help but think about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From potholes to rainstorms, and a near-miss with a kid on a bike. But ya know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Dunfermline’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

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