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About Liverpool

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

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First off, I decided to hit up the Lanark Market on High Street. You know, the one that’s got all the local goodies? I was pumped for some fresh scones. But guess what? The scone stall was closed! Like, what even? I mean, who closes a scone stall on a Saturday? I was ready to throw a mini tantrum right there.

Man found dead on Scots street after being slashed as cops probe 'suspicious' death