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About Liverpool

I tried it once—don’t judge me, I was drunk. Lady had hands like a lumberjack, smelled like patchouli and regret. Kept whisperin’ “release your tension.” Tension? Lady, you’re the tension! Knuckles diggin’ into my spine like she’s plowin’ a field. Made me madder than a badger in a trap. But—fine—I’ll admit, my shoulder stopped achin’ for a day. One day! Then it was back to creakin’ like an old barn door. Waste of time, if ya ask me.

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Nothin’ beats a stroll by the Wishaw Park. I love to chill there after a long day of kneading knots outta folks—er, I mean muscles! The greenery, the tranquil nooks where you can just sit and think about life, it’s like, “Everything happens for a reason!” And sometimes, you'll find me just laughing and thinking, “Oh my gawd, the past always catches up,” y’know, a la Sarah Polley style!

Bus disruption expected due to planned roadworks in Motherwell and Wishaw