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About Liverpool

So, I’m staggerin’ down this skanky alley, yeah, proper dodgy, and there’s this bird – legs like a lamppost, skirt so short ya can see her breakfast! I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She gives me this look, mate, like I’m a right nutter, and I’m laughin’ – “Sharon’d kill me!” – but I’m too pissed to care. Little known fact, right? Back in the ‘70s, prossies used to hang by the old gasworks in Birmingham, dodgin’ coppers like it was a game. History, that is!

352: The Ghost of Bobby Dunbar

Dunbar immediately begins to get very physical with Ashli, grinding on her, rubbing his hands all over her, etc.

After that, I wander over to the East Beach. Man, it’s beautiful! The sun’s glintin’ off the water, and I’m thinkin’ about life. I sit on the sand, strummin’ away, and suddenly, I get this idea for a new song. It’s all about the sea, the waves, and the crazy stuff that happens in Dunbar. I’m scribblin’ lyrics in the sand like a madman.

Club chaplain to complete 770-mile cycle challenge to mark end of football season