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About Liverpool

Alright, mate, gather ‘round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, your Visiting Professor, here to rant about whores—yes, whores! Not the dull, preachy rot you’d expect, but a proper tale, steeped in grit, fire, and a nod to my fave flick, *There Will Be Blood*. Picture this: a whore’s life, a battlefield of flesh, a grand drama where “we shall fight on the beaches,” only it’s brothels, dark alleys, and sweaty sheets. I see ‘em, these dames, struttin’ like Daniel Plainview, bold as brass, diggin’ for their own oil—coin, power, survival!

Damon Albarn Unofficial

First off, I hit up Argyll Street. You know, the main drag. Grabbed a coffee at that wee café, The Coffee Stop. Best flat white in town, no joke. But then, I spill it all over my new kicks. Ugh! I was like, “Really? Is this how we start?”

Fears over possible cuts to ferry services between Gourock and Dunoon