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About Liverpool

So, picture this—grimy alley, neon flickerin, chick leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line, “The sun’s a snitch!”—she’s dodgin daylight, livin in shadows. I reckon she’s seen more shit than a sewer rat, y’know? Makes me mad—pisses me right off—how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Ain’t no saint myself, but damn, give her a break!

Homeless woman raped after man offers her a room and lures her into back yard

Six men, who officers believe may have been seeking out prostitutes, have been assaulted and robbed in and around West Street, in the Crosby.

Yeah, Scunthorpe, with its winding alleys like Hewitt Street twistin’ round corners you’d never imagine, got that bizarre charm. Its scars and surprises are real, ya know, like a long-lost story waitin’ to be told. And sometimes I wonder, “who writes these epic tales?” – kinda like the movie said, "we make our lies to survive."

British Steel's owners Jingye Group 'lack confidence of workforce', says Scunthorpe's MP Sir Nic Dakin