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About Liverpool

I roll up, tires screechin’, grin wide—*“Here’s Johnny!”* She don’t flinch, just smirks. “Lost, trucker?” she says, voice like gravel. I laugh, “Nah, babe, just huntin’ trouble!” See, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point A to point B—it’s a damn art. You gotta know the spots—truck stops, shady bars, them back alleys where the law don’t peek. Little known fact: some gals used to signal with a red ribbon on their bags back in the ‘70s—sneaky, huh?

Nina Robertshaw

A rarely available, share of freehold stylish three storey glass fronted retail/ office space positioned at the very centre of the main shopping route.

My heart beats in sync with the town. Like, if this place was a song, it'd be filled with loops and verses in different keys, with moments of pure spontaneous joy and bursts of chaotic beauty. It's imperfect, raw, and supere motley – kinda like me some days, lol.

New care home planned in Ross-on-Wye