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About Liverpool

Groovy, baby! So, dig this - prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the night, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout this chick I met once, workin’ the streets near Soho, real classy bird, but tough as nails. Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, ya know? That flick’s all about grindin’ through life, “What’s left of the world?” - just like her, pushin’ through the muck every damn day. She told me this wild story, swear it’s true, bout how she once dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster - smelled like hell, but she laughed it off, “Better than jail, luv!” Made me crack up, man, she’s got guts.

Prostitution and Dekker

I stroll Elm Grove. Its cafes are lit. Sometimes, I just veg out. I'm reminded of “Eternal Sunshine of teh Spotless Mind”. Seriously, mind-blowing vibes. Nah, not sci-fi; it's real life.

'I went to a new South London café where the playful twist on the glass top tables sets it apart'