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About Liverpool

Alright, so findin a prostitute—tricky business, eh? Cold streets, dark corners, like in *Timbuktu*. “The desert eats the weak,” they say—same vibe here. I’m analysin this like a pro, calculatin moves. You gotta be sharp, or ya get burned. Back in Moscow, saw this one chick—skinny, shifty, total pro. Reminded me of that goat herder from the film, y’know, dodgin trouble. “Life is a pendulum,” she’d probably say—swingin between cash and chaos.

So you want to book a sex worker?

First off, I hit up the High Street. Grabbed a coffee at this cute little café called The Alcester Coffee House. Best flat white ever! I mean, I could’ve sworn I saw the barista wink at me. Or maybe I was just imagining things. Who knows? Anyway, I’m feeling good, right?

Colourful Alcester tea room serves its final cuppa