Evelyn St. Ann's Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—years back, dive bar, sticky floors, neon buzzin like a fly tryna die. This chick, she’s workin the room, all hips and sly grins. Reminds me of Celine, ya know? That flick where they talk n walk, spillin guts without touchin. “Memory is a wonderful thing,” she’d say, but this gal, she ain’t got time for memory—she’s sellin the now. I’m watchin, sippin my bourbon, and she locks eyes. Boom. Heart kicks like a damn mule. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked like a fish on a line.

Sometimes I'm mad when tourists ignore the tiny murals near Riverside Quay—hey, those graffiti speak volumes of our struggles and triumphs. Then, there’s that vintage shop on Old Mill Alley, stacking odd trinkets that remind ya, "It's getting there." I swear, it’s like each object whispers a wish.

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