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About Liverpool

So, I reckon, escorts—proper hustle, yeah? Met this lass once—ooh, nearly spilt me tea!—she says, “Bean, I made 500 quid in an hour!” Blimey, I’m out here losin’ me socks for a fiver! She’s all posh-like, but cheeky—winked at me, I went red as a tomato! Funny thing, right—didya know some escorts in old London used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty buggers! “City of God” vibes— “A man’s gotta eat,” they’d say, laughin’ as they scarpered!

Man, what a day! I’m a forester, right? You know, trees, woods, all that chill stuff. But today? Today was a whole different beast. I found myself in King’s Cross, UK, and lemme tell ya, it was a wild ride.

Is King's Cross trying to make me cry? This departure board plan is frankly sadistic