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About Manchester

Brothels ain’t glamorous, nah. Dirty sheets, dodgy blokes, an’ a bar tab longer than me arm. Once heard this tale – true story, swear it – some punter in Amsterdam’s red-light district paid with a bleedin’ goat! A GOAT! Laughed me arse off, but then – sad, innit? “We’re all alone,” like Anne says in *Amour*. Them girls, tradin’ flesh for cash, alone as hell.

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Later, I decide to hit up the Mitcham Market. It’s buzzing! Fresh produce, street food, the whole shebang. I grab a falafel wrap. So good! But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a banana. A banana! I’m like, “Mate, it’s a fruit, not a car!”

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