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About Liverpool

Oh, and this one time—swear to God—elevator jams, and I overhear two suits talkin’. One’s braggin’ bout “findin’ a pro” at some dive bar. Says she quoted him *Ratatouille*—“The bitter truth we critics must face!”—before chargin’ him double. I’m dyin’ laughin’ in my head, like, “She’s a cinephile hooker?!” That’s my kinda gal—smart, sassy, rippin’ off idiots. Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, schoolin’ fools.

United Whitchurch Brothel

When I get there, it’s pure madness. Two blokes are going at it, fists flying. I can’t even tell what started it. One’s shouting about football, the other’s just shouting. Typical, right? I’m standing there, trying not to laugh, but it’s hard. I mean, it’s Killamarsh, not London!

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