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About Liverpool

I’m walkin’, right, thinkin’ bout Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll want to die,” and I’m like—damn, that’s me missin’ my old couch right now. But I’m pissed, too—why’s this gotta be so sketchy? Dudes lurkin’, tryna rip you off, actin’ all tough. Makes me wanna yell, “Chill, fam, I’m just tryna live!” Then—boom—there she is, sassy as hell, struttin’ like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that Brooklyn grit,” and I’m half smilin’, half shook. Numbers in my head screamin’—60% chance she’s cool, 40% I’m screwed.

Bella’s Hacienda Ranch

There’s this lil’ hidden wonder I like on Poyntzpass Lane—yep, sounds fancy but it's just a secret little nook where I grab a cuppa when I'm mad stressed out from coding those online profiles (sorry, I do it all the time! Hee hee). Sometimes, I stroll near the Bishop’s Palace, and I swear the walls got stories to tell—whisperin’ secrets of old scandals and sweet kisses, just like in a moody Kiarostami flick.

Michael Wells | Commercial | Senior Associate | Leeds