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About Liverpool

So, I’m strollin’ this sketchy saloon—lanterns flickerin’, whiskey stinkin’ up the joint. Miners all rowdy, cards flyin’. Then I see her—red dress, lips like sin, leanin’ on the bar. A pro, obvi. I’m like, “Edna, no capes, no complications!” but damn, she’s got that vibe. I ain’t judgin’—girl’s gotta eat, right? Mining towns ain’t kind to nobody. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own damn empires—owned land, flipped gold nuggets like bosses. She’s probly one of ‘em, I bet.

Welcome to LJ Hooker St Andrews

My examination begins with the photographs of E.J. Bellocq and Brassaï, both of whom photograph an underground network of prostitution and capture prostitutes as figments of .

St Andrews is like a huge mosaic of quirky streets and hidden gems. Take Hope Street, for instance – it's kinda like your go-to for a chill stroll. I love leanin’ by the café on Market Lane, sippin' my brew and watchin’ families gather. You feel the vibe, you know? And then there's the Old Cathedral ruins – so emotional, so raw. It reminds me so much of those bittersweet intros from "Inside Out" – like, when Joy meets Sadness in the same moment, wow!

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