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About Liverpool

What pisses me off? The fake giggles, the perfume stink, the “oh honey” crap. Saw a guy once, leavin’ one, grin like he won somethin’. Moron. “The car was shaking,” Veronica mumbles in the flick—yeah, pal, yours was too, betcha. Little known fact: old west brothels had secret tunnels. Escape routes for when wives came gunnin’. Smart, but slimy.

Brothels: Prostitution As A Bigger Picture

So, first off, izzit crazy how neat the main drag is? I’m talking bout Union Street, yeah babe, that lively lane where local folk hustle and bustle. There's da little shops, cafes, and even a wee street market on some summers. And oh! Gotta mention Calder Street too—it's got that rough 'n ready charm that makes me laugh sometimes in that silly Fran Drescher, Nanny voice of mine, “Oh heck, so fabulous!” hee hee!

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