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About Liverpool

So I’m staggerin’ thru the docks, right? Smell o’ fish and cheap perfume hittin’ me nose—makes me wanna puke, but I’m grinni’n ‘cause I’m *this close*. Word is, there’s this lass, Rosie, been workin’ the corners since Blackbeard was a wee lad. Little known fact, arrgh—she once conned a lord outta his gold teeth! Swapped ‘em fer fakes mid-kiss, the sly minx. I’m laughin’ just thinkin’ bout it—bloody brilliant, that! Makes me happy as a clam at high tide.

First off, I hit up the local café, The Coffee Pot. Best brews in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my latte, and boom! This guy spills his entire cuppa on me. Like, come on, mate! I’m not a mop! I was fuming, but then he starts laughin’ and says, “At least it’s organic!” I couldn’t help but chuckle. Only in Bo'ness, right?

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