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About Liverpool

So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I’m standin’ there, droolin’ over the pastries, when I overhear some gossip. Apparently, there’s a new café opening on Station Road. Everyone’s buzzing about it. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what Didcot needs—another place to get overpriced coffee.” But hey, I’m all for supporting local, so I’ll check it out.

Massive Didcot pothole proving difficult to fix