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About Liverpool

So, here’s the deal, yeah? Findin’ a prossie ain’t rocket science. You got your red-light spots—every city’s got ‘em. Amsterdam’s a classic, bloody obvious, right? But here’s a kicker—did ya know London’s got secret brothels from Victorian times still runnin’? Shady as hell, cash only, no fuckin’ Wi-Fi! Makes me wanna scream, “Where’s the lamb sauce?!” ‘Cause it’s raw, gritty, real. You stroll in, all cocky, thinkin’ you’re the man—nah, mate, you’re just another punter.

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Next, I headed to the park on Harlesden Road. It’s a nice spot, but today it was full of kids running around, screaming. I sat on a bench, trying to catch my breath. I was just about to pull out my phone when this little kid runs up to me, all wide-eyed. “Mister, can you help me find my dog?” I’m like, “What dog?” Turns out, it’s a fluffy little thing that’s gone AWOL. We spent like half an hour looking for it. Finally, we found it chilling under a bush. The kid was over the moon! I felt like a hero for a sec.

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