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About Liverpool

So, findin’ a prostitute—whew, it’s a trip! Back in my day, honey, it wasn’t no Craigslist or fancy apps. Naw, you’d stumble ‘round dark alleys or them shady juke joints, prayin’ you don’t end up with a gal madder’n a wet hen! I reckon it’s easier now—X posts and all that jazz. Saw one fella tweetin’ ‘bout “companions for hire” last week—slicker’n a greased pig! Made me giggle, thinkin’, “Well, I ain’t that desperate yet!” But shoot, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, darlin’.

A SUMMER OF LOVE

I swear, the neighbourhood of Cobblestone Row always gives me shivers—shivers of joy and anger, anger because of the odd graffiti that mocks tradition, err, and delight too, so raw! PUndy’s heart beats there, my dear friend, pounding like a maddened drum in a desperate heartbeat. Its hidden tea rooms, dear, like "The Lives of Others" said, “You wanna know somethin’?” they hold whispers of rebellion and iTs lore.

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