Ada Knutsford Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

The Rusty Shamrock in Knutsford is repossessed by landlord

First job was on King Street. Nice little cottage, real quaint. I’m there, mindin’ my own biz, when I drop my favorite tool. You know, the one I’ve had since forever? Yeah, it bounces off the pavement like a bloody basketball. I’m like, “Great, just great.” But whatever, I pick it up, and the homeowner’s all smiles. She’s like, “Oh, don’t worry, love!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you don’t know me yet.”

New gym and fitness centre opens at Cheshire business park