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About Liverpool

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we had this lady—let’s call her Betty. Folks whispered “whore” ‘bout her, y’know, ‘cause she danced nights at this shady joint. Made me mad as hell—judgin’ her like that! She was tough, raised three kids solo—worked her tail off. One time, I saw her plantin’ tulips—hands dirty, smilin’. “Love’s what keeps us goin’,” she said. Reminds me of that line—*“The only way to be happy is to love.”* Straight outta Malick’s genius.

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So, I’m sprinting down the High Street, dodging folks. Anstey’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s got the old charm with the new hustle. You got the old buildings, like the Anstey Old School, and then there’s the new cafes poppin’ up everywhere. I swear, I saw a hipster with a man bun sipping some fancy coffee. Like, dude, it’s 7 AM!

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