Isabella St. Ann's Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Aight, so how you do it? You slide thru, lowkey, eyes open—like Haku scopin the skies. Apps, streets, whatever, just don’t be dumb, bruh. Some girls slicker than eel spirits, slippin away if you ain’t quick. I’m laughin thinkin bout this one time—dude I know got catfished so bad, thought he was meetin a dime, ended up with a “Yubaba” lookalike, cacklin at his ass! Swear, I was cryin laughin.

Hey, hey, so you wanna visit St.-Ann's, eh? Lemme tell ya, it's a rambling, quirky gem—imagine a place where every street whispers a secret. I mean, have you strolled down Maplehead Lane? It's a tiny, twisty street—real hidden vibe. Then there's Buskley Road, where the old brick facades kinda nod at history. Holy moly, its charm just hits different here… "He's in a car. Nothin' else matters" – kinda like in Holy Motors, ya know?

Festival returns this weekend after two year break