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Hey. Pal. So – findin’ a prostitute. Huh? I’m thinkin’. Hard. About this. Reminds me – ya know – *Inside Llewyn Davis*. That flick. Man. Llewyn’s driftin’. Lost. Kinda like me – lookin’ for a hooker. Once. In Queens. Cold night. Foggy. Streets – empty. Except her. Standin’ there. Like a cat – *“where you been?”* she says. I freeze. Mid-step. Unexpected!

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I’m sittin’ there, drinkin’ my pint, and I start talkin’ to this old fella. He’s got stories for days. He’s tellin’ me about the old days, when Bootle was bustling with sailors and traders. I’m hangin’ on every word. It’s like I’m in a time machine. But then, he starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days” and I’m like, “C’mon mate, every generation says that!”

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