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About Liverpool

Folks, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute, it’s wild. Back in Scranton, see, we had this guy, Jimmy—called him “Sidewalk Jim”—he’d stumble outta bars, lookin’ for a gal. Here’s the deal, I ain’t judgin’, but it’s a trip thinkin’ about it. Watched *Under the Skin*—you know, that flick with Scarlett—my favorite, hands down. That alien vibe, “Do you want to touch me?”—man, it stuck with me. Findin’ a prostitute’s kinda like that—mysterious, risky, y’know?

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So, I hop back in my car and head to Tilbury Docks. It’s a massive place, full of containers and ships. I’m thinking, “What could possibly go wrong?” Well, everything. I get there, and there’s this huge commotion. Turns out, a container fell off a crane. Like, how does that even happen? I’m standing there, watching the chaos, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s like a scene from a bad movie.

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