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About Liverpool

So I hit this dive bar, stinks like vodka and regret. This chick, Natasha—fake name, obvi—comes up, all hips and smirks. “You want fun, da?” I’m like, hell yea, but I ain’t payin upfront, no way! She rolls her eyes, but I’m Eric fuckin Cartman—I don’t budge! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell in my head. She’s hot, tho—makes me happy, like, damn, Russia’s got game! Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be grumpy babushkas or some shit.

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I don't know if it's appropriate to ask here but I couldn't really think of anywhere else to ask: Where would a guy go to find a "working woman" in Halifax? I'm pretty paranoid and don't want to just Missing: Dartmouth.

When I finally get to her, she’s standing there looking all frazzled. Her car’s parked on the side of the road, and she’s got that “I’m about to lose it” look. I try to lighten the mood, but she’s not having it. I mean, who can blame her? Cars suck.

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