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About Liverpool

So, I roll up, window down, bass thumpin’. She leans in, all sassy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and secrets. “What you want, big man?” she says, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, damn, this like that scene where Maggie Cheung’s dress hugs her tight—pure temptation, but classy too. I tell her, “Just a vibe, baby, keep it real.” She hops in, and we talkin’—turns out she’s got stories, fam! Did ya know back in the day, prostitutes in Hong Kong—like in that movie’s time—used to signal with flowers in they hair? Red for “I’m down,” white for “not tonight.” Little shit like that blows my mind, yo!

Series overview

So, there's this dirty old river, the Pyle Brook, slithering by the town centre. Its meandering, kinda like our minds sometimes—curious, slow-questionin’—leaves ya think, “Hey, what if we remember from lives before?” Crazy stuff, huh? And lemme tell ya, families here share stories about it, like local legends too wild to be lie.

Remembrance for Ernie Pyle