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Imagine it’s the 1970s. Imagine a yacht with Roger Moore clothed in nothing but captain’s hat and nautical cravat. Next to him, reclining on the deck is a woman. A sophisticated, beautiful woman, more interested in swimwear and being courted by international playboys than second wave feminism and gender autonomy. Imagine Roger sets anchor, bronzed in his prime, turns to the woman, smiles and takes her in his arms.
That’s us and Liverpool. Rogerings ahoy
That’s us and Liverpool. Rogerings ahoy