Lauren Bowthorpe Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

Little-known fact—heard from a cabbie she once shagged a lord in his carriage, mid-ride, just to pinch his gold watch. Ballsy, right? Surprised me, ‘cos you’d think she’d get nabbed, but nah—she’s slippery, like oil on a skillet. “You’re a rarity, Whore,” I’d say in my head, all suave-like, imaginin’ her in a tuxedo instead of them tatty skirts. Bet she’d rock it, too.

The Bowthorpe Oak

First off, I’m rollin’ down Bowthorpe Road, right? The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, BAM! My horse, Daisy, decides she’s a racehorse today. I mean, come on! She’s usually a lazy bum. But today? She’s got wings!

Bowthorpe High School through the decades