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About Liverpool

Lemme tell ya, I’m hoppin’ mad bout how folks judge ‘em. Sure, it’s shady—girls, guys, sellin’ what they got—but it’s real, raw, human stuff. Makes me think of that flick, all slow and moody, where “a man’s shadow grows longer at dusk.” Brothels got shadows too, big ones. Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars? Fancy word for cathouse—walls painted with naughty pics, no kiddin’! Freaky, right? Got me laughin’ like a loon—imagine the art critiques there, eh?

Sarah Keyworth

I’m munching on this muffin, feeling a bit better, when I get a text from my mate, Tom. He’s like, “Let’s hit the pub later!” I’m all in. But first, I gotta finish my research. So, I head back to my desk, and I’m trying to focus, but my mind’s wandering. I start daydreaming about the Keyworth Market on the weekend. Fresh produce, local crafts, and the smell of those amazing pastries. Ugh, I can’t wait!

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