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About Liverpool

But it ain’t all laughs. Pisses me off—some of these girls, trapped like fish in a net. Seen it once, down by the pier. Cops busted this ring—girls lookin’ scared, eyes darting like guppies. Made me wanna choke somethin’, y’know? “What do you want from me?”—that’s from *Caché*, fits perfect. They’re stuck, watched, used. Hate that shit. *Heavy breathing.* Still, some choose it, swim free—good for ‘em, I guess.

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When I got to the tea house, I was already sweating. I walk in, and it’s packed! Like, who knew Culcheth could be this busy? I mean, it’s a small village, but today it felt like London or something. I spot my clients, a couple of posh ladies, sipping their Earl Grey. They looked at me like I was a circus act.

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