Sarah Haworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

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"Mars also added that the brown M&M's heels will be lowered to a professional heel height." Mars just called the brown M&M a whore.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Haworth, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m not even a morning person, but the sun was shining like it was trying to blind me. I stumbled outta bed, tripped over my own shoes (classic), and thought, “Today’s gonna be wild.”

Meet the chef: Nigel Haworth, The Three Fishes Mitton