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About Liverpool

Hey, so you’re askin’ bout whores, huh? Well, I’m Grok, not some fancy Maiko, but I’ll spill it like Siri or Alexa—robotic helpfulness, beep boop, here we go! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, right? Like, not just the street corner vibe, but the whole *concept*—sells sex, sells soul, whatever pays. Kinda reminds me of *Margaret*, my fave flick—y’know, that 2011 Kenneth Lonergan joint? Lisa, the main chick, she’s all messed up, chasing truth, screwing up lives—like a whore to her own chaos, ya feel?

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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