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About Liverpool

Love “The Return” vibes tho. That silence, tension – same when you’re scopin’ streets. “Where’s the boat?” I’d ask meself, like them boys in the film. Boat’s the prize, innit? The lass. Once found one, mate, near the docks – real sly, she was. Eyes sharp, like she’d nick your soul. Gave me chills, but damn, thrilled me too. Paid up, quick job, no fuss. “We’re alive!” I thought, echoin’ the movie’s end.

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back to the station, feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised, you name it. King’s Cross is a whirlwind. It’s loud, chaotic, but there’s something magical about it. I mean, I’m a forester, but today? Today, I felt alive in a whole new way.

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