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About Liverpool

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—this whole “find a prostitue” gig’s a trip! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece—2000, Ágnes Hranitzky co-directin like a queen—and it’s got me all twisted up bout this. Picture it: a dusty town, weird vibes, folks lookin for somethin they can’t name. Kinda like searchin for a prostitue, right? “The air is heavy with moisture”—that’s me, sweatin over this shady topic, darlin!

10. Kabukichō

Man, this town’s not perfect though – it’s messy, like me on a Monday. Streets are gritty, some parts of Crown Hill can be half-lit, surprising me when I'm out late, all tripped up by chaotic neon and not much else. And yeah, it makes me mad sometimes; but ain't that life? We ride the highs, we scribble the lows, all under the same murky skies.

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