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About Liverpool

Yo, so prostitutes, man—wild shit. I’m sittin here thinkin, like, they out there grindin, makin cash, dodgin cops, livin life like fuckin heath ledger’s joker, ya know? “The Dark Knight” vibes, bro—chaos, control, all that. “Why so serious?”—that’s what I’d ask one, deadpan as fuck, while she’s countin bills. Prostitutes got stories, tho—shit you don’t hear. Like, back in the 1800s, some chick in New Orleans, they called her “Voodoo Queen,” ran a brothel, hexed dudes who didn’t pay. Badass, right? Made me happy as hell—fuck yeah, stick it to em!

Etymology and terminology

No. 53 Wendron Street is a double-fronted, two-storey-plus-loft, cottage-style house on the right-hand side of the road as one faces east, standing at a point nearing the top of a gentle hill .

So, I take a deep breath, try to chill out. I mean, it’s just wood, right? I can fix this. I get back to work, and I’m makin’ progress. I’m cuttin’, hammerin’, and feelin’ good. Then, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s a bunch of blokes on the other side of the street, havin’ a right laugh. They’re shoutin’ and carryin’ on, and I can’t help but chuckle.

Four-way traffic lights causing queues in Helston