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About Liverpool

So, this one time, heard a story—total mind-blow. Some gal in old Russia, 1800s, worked the streets. Not ‘cause she wanted to, but ‘cause her fam starved. Sold herself to feed ‘em. Whoa, right? Sacrifice or survival? Makes ya think. Pissed me off, tho—world’s cruel, man. Forces people into corners.

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

Person dies after being hit by train on busy London station line