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About Manchester

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothel—fuckin wild place, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin, as an installer of radio-electronic shit, I’d wire up a brothel with some creepy vibes, like in *Synecdoche, New York*. You know, “Everything is more complicated than you think,” Kaufman’d say—I’d rig speakers blarin distorted moans, make it theatrical, fuckin surreal! Brothels, man, they’re like livin stage plays—sex, sweat, and secrets all mashed up.

The Virgin Who Humbled Lord Haslemere

This joyful romp is the story of Nell, the daughter of a brothel-keeper and hawker of oranges in Cheapside who became one of the first.

After that disaster, I needed some fresh air. So, I walked up to the Haslemere Common. It’s beautiful up there. The views are insane! I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. But then, I saw this family having a picnic. They had a whole spread—sandwiches, cakes, the works. I was so jealous! I mean, who brings a full-on buffet to the park? I wanted to join them, but that’d be weird, right?

Schoolchildren lead Haslemere's St George's Day celebrations