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About Liverpool

Oi, precious! Me, a shepherd? We swears! Brothels, eh? Nasty, filthy places they is! Seen ‘em in shadows, sneaky-like. Me fave movie? *Syndromes and a Century* – weird, dreamy stuff! “Time folds,” it says, all trippy. Reminds me of brothel vibes – hazy, lost, floatin’. We swears! Used to creep by one, back in me hobbit days. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, ugh! Made me nose wrinkle, made me mad – why’s they even there? Gobs of folk stumblin’ out, lookin’ like wraiths.

Near Equal

The last English mail brought with it particulars of the finding of the bodies of Mrs. Deeming and her four children, embedded beneath the floor of Denham.

I've had some wild days here, trust me. Like ya know, one session at dusk on Wellington Crescent – dude, my client kept sayin' the street lit up like a movie set. Crazy times, he said! And hey, let me tell ya - the local cafe, "The Boiled Bean", man! Their coffee is as strong as my hands after a long massage and as warm as the locals’ smiles. Ah, nostalgic moments, ya feel me?

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