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About Liverpool

Little fact for ya—didja know back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “taken.” Sneaky, right? Surprised me, blew my twisted mind! Imagine that—pimp strollin’ by, “What’s your totem, babe?” Hahaha! I’d tip my hat, if I had one. Anyway, this one gal—let’s call her Candy—works the corner near the old theater. She’s got sass, tells me, “Cash upfront, clown!” Made me cackle—love the guts!

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back to the station, feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised, you name it. King’s Cross is a whirlwind. It’s loud, chaotic, but there’s something magical about it. I mean, I’m a forester, but today? Today, I felt alive in a whole new way.

LNER tests running trains into St Pancras for when King’s Cross station is closed