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About Liverpool

Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

Nobody is coming soon

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

But then, the power goes out. Just like that. The whole place goes dark. People are freaking out, but I’m just laughing. “This is Cookstown, folks! We don’t need lights to have a good time!”

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