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About Liverpool

So, here’s me, searchin’ for a prossie—bit of a lark, bit of a muck-up. Why? Dunno, felt like it—life’s a shambles sometimes, eh? Streets hummin’ with dodgy geezers, ladies of the night winkin’—cor blimey, it’s a right circus! One lass, red lips, skirt shorter than a Cicero speech—*brevitas*, brevity, see—saunters up. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m flustered, ramblin’— “Err, umm, rather, eugepae, splendid!”—total twit, me.

Charges dropped in case of alleged teen prostitution

So, I’m strutting down the High Street, right? And I see this old bloke, Mr. Jenkins, who’s always got a story. He’s standing outside the pub, The George, telling some kids about the time he fought off a badger. I mean, really? A badger? I couldn’t help but chuckle. I love this town. Everyone knows everyone, and the stories just keep getting wilder.

Baldock Christmas Fayre returns this weekend