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About Liverpool

I’m thinkin, how’s this work? Hit up a site, cash flies, “One million dollars!” – pinky up, obvs. But nah, it’s cheaper, like 50 quid sometimes. Made me happy, cos I ain’t loaded, but surprised too – thought it’d be pricier! Then Fear kicks in, like, “What if it’s a sting?” Heart’s racin, palms sweaty, total *Inside Out* chaos in my skull. Once knew a bloke who got catfished – paid up, got a dude instead! Laughed my arse off, poor sod.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Looks kinds of gender-liquid to me. I died watching this scene. It was also so freaking funny when Fuches tried to make up the prostitute story.

So, I’m stuck in the dark, no coffee, no Wi-Fi. I’m about to lose it. But then, this old bloke next to me starts tellin’ stories about Barry’s past. Apparently, it used to be a big deal for shipbuilding. Who knew? I mean, I thought it was just a seaside town with a decent beach. But nah, it’s got history, mate!

Barry miss out on Europe after losing to Caernarfon