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About Liverpool

So, I keep lookin—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—and I’m chattin up this dude at a bar, askin where’s the action. He’s all shady, whisperin bout some spot off 5th. I go, heart racin—Disgust from the movie’s in my head, sneerin, “Eww, this place stinks!” And it did—trash, sweat, cheap perfume. But then—bam!—I spot her. Red heels, fishnets, givin me that look. I’m like, “Joy, take the wheel!” She saunters over, all confidence, and I’m thinkin—damn, she’s got it. We talk price—quick n dirty negotiation—and I’m surprised, she’s funny too! Cracked some joke bout “servicin the mayor”—had me laughin my ass off.

Okay, so, I gotta mention, I’m loony about the hidden nooks; the dingy but brilliant street art behind the public library draws me in every time (btw, the library's on Kingston Street – don’t miss it!). And oh! The annual open mic night at the Cornerstone Pub on Nightingale Lane? It’ll make ya laugh till you cry. I used to tear up there, thinking, “Every moment’s a miracle, even if shocking.”

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