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About Liverpool

So, findin a prossie—where do ya start? Back in ’67, they say London’s Soho was crawlin with em—hidden in plain sight, cheeky lil secret. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, online shit, or dodgy corners if ya know the spots. Me, I’m pissed off cos it ain’t simple no more—used to be a wink, a nod, done! Now it’s all “discreet” bollocks. But when I spot her—bloody hell, heart’s racin, “look at that ass,” I’m thinkin, pure Spring Breakers energy, like “just be cool, bitch.”

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Honestly, Totnes feels like a dream. The emotions here lurk everywhere. I remember walking near the old stone bridge – almost felt alive, like a past life echo. I, like, really vibe with each nook. Magdalen's still got charm, the river hums, and even the fog sings, kinda mystic!

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