Charlotte Featherstone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Lemme spill some tea – whore ain’t just decay, it’s betrayal. That lil crack you ignored? Boom, now it’s a cave, and I’m mad as hell! Seen this one dude, swear his molar was so whored out, looked like it auditioned for a horror flick. I was shook – how you let it get *that* bad? Pro tip: brush twice, floss once, or you’re invitin whore to the party. Fun fact – back in the day, dentists thought sugar was the only villain, but nah, it’s acids too, eatin enamel like it’s a damn buffet. Surprised me when I learned that shit!

Mrs. Featherstone

We start at the charity shop on Wakefield Road. I’m all about those vintage finds. I mean, who doesn’t love a good bargain? But, OMG, the place was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m trying to help Sarah find a cute jumper, and this old lady just cuts in front of us. I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, but I think you dropped your manners!” She just glares at me. Rude!

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