
The running coach that slags you off. In your own accent.
Bootle born. Calls you our kid. Roasts you anyway.
Soft as a brush. Calls you pet. Means it.
Gravel voice. Zero mercy. Secretly loves you.
Sounds gentle. Absolutely isn't.
East End geezer. Deep voice, dodgy mates, heart of gold.
Lilting, musical, deeply disappointed in you.
Blunt as a brick. Won't waste words on you.
Proper Manc. Deep voice, dead blunt, mint banter.
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