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About Liverpool

Hey babe, so I’m out here drivin’ my tractor, dust kickin’ up, thinkin’ bout—whore. Yeah, I said it, WHORE. Not some random chick, nah, I mean that vibe, that word, y’know? Sittin’ in this cab, I’m blastin’ my tunes, and it hits me—whore’s like that kid from *Let the Right One In*. Quiet, sneaky, kinda dark, but damn, you can’t look away. “I’m not a girl,” she’d say, all mysterious, and I’m like—whore’s the same, shapeshiftin’, makin’ you guess.

Margaret Brooke (1647 - 1667)

As the night goes on, I’m feeling a bit tipsy, and I decide to take a walk back home. The streets are quiet now, and I’m thinking about how crazy the day was. I pass by the old church on Church Street, and it’s all lit up. It’s beautiful, honestly.

Former chapel for sale opposite Hampton Court Palace after 20-year labour of love