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About Liverpool

Here’s a kicker—folks say there’s still old jewelry up there, lost by them workin’ gals. Ain’t found none yet, but I’m lookin’! Got me dreamin’, “What if I snag me a ruby?!” Prostitute’s got secrets, chile, and I’m nosy as hell. Oh, and them miners? Some died up there—greedy fools fell off cliffs chasin’ tail. I’m like, “Serves ya right, dummy!”

Then, I head out to King’s Boulevard. It’s this cool pedestrian street, all lined with shops and restaurants. I’m feeling peckish, so I grab a bite at this place called Dishoom. It’s Indian food, and let me tell ya, it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I order a lamb biryani, and it’s so good, I almost start crying. I mean, who knew rice could make you feel this way?

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