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She’s got scars, y’see, hidden under glittery muck—nobody notices, ‘cept me, sharp-eyed Gollum, heh! Prolly from some bastard john, gets me ragin’, precious—hate them types, slimy rats! Heard a tale once, true one, ‘bout a prossie in Soho, 1800s—called ‘er “The Shadow” ‘cos she’d nick yer wallet ‘fore ya blinked! Clever lass, that—wish I’d met ‘er, we’d scheme, yesss. This one I saw, tho, she’s no thief—just tired, y’know? Eyes like “I’m here, but gone,” like that line, “Her body’s a prison.” Gets me thinkin’—too deep, brain hurts!

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Arnold's Whoreshack is the local house of prostitution in Stoolbend. According to Ernie Krinklesac, you can have anything you want done to you here for.

By the time I get back to my studio, it’s like a tornado hit. I’ve got wires everywhere, and my laptop’s giving me the spinning wheel of doom. I’m about to lose it. “Why, Arnold, why?” I shout to the empty room.

What are Liverpool losing with Alexender-Arnold Anfield exit?