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About Liverpool

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Back in the day, ol’ Vegas had ‘em lined up like chrome on Furiosa’s rig, but now? You gotta know the streets, the dark corners. I’m talkin’ alleyways where the shadows move, where girls with tired eyes flash a smile that’s half hope, half hustle. Saw one last week—red heels, skirt shorter than a wasteland truce—leanin’ against a busted lamppost. “Hey, sugar,” she says, voice like gravel. Made me chuckle—damn, she’s workin’ harder than Max haulin’ that war rig!

Hertfordshire

So, I wake up, and it’s one of those mornings where you just know it’s gonna be a wild ride. I’m sippin’ my coffee, lookin’ out at the High Street. The sun’s barely up, but the hustle is already kickin’ off. I mean, who needs sleep when you’ve got the sound of the local bakery wafting through the air? Fresh bread, man! It’s like a siren call.

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