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About Liverpool

So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

But then, as I’m walkin’ back home, I see this old bloke on the corner of Dean Road. He’s tryin’ to fix his bike, and it’s a total mess. I stop to help, and we end up chatting about the good ol’ days. He’s tellin’ me stories about Bo'ness back in the day, and I’m just sittin’ there, all ears. It was actually kinda heartwarming.

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