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About Liverpool

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see shit others miss. Like, this ain’t just volatile—it’s a freakin’ tease. Up 20% one day, tankin’ 30 the next. Had me happy as a pig in mud when I caught a dip at $5—thought I was a genius. Then bam, crashed to $2, and I’m screamin’ at my cat, “Why’d I trust this whore?!” Laughed my ass off later—cos it’s so dumb it’s brilliant.

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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