Penrhyn Bay is a lonely seaside retirement village, purpose built to house elderly scousers as they head out of the polluting factories and refineries of Merseyside and into their ‘twilight years’. The town has a mourneful feel to it; a shadow of death that seemingly never lifts. Those unfortunate enough to have been born into a Penrhyn Bay household cope in varying ways; plotting their escape or drinking. For the town’s **** population, the local ‘Somerfield’ outlet has become the center of the baseball-cap community. Local ***** will recall the story (in their thick North Welsh accents – a delicate mixture of Scouse and alcohol) of how their beloved hang out was aquired from the town’s falling Goth population – many street wars were fought to gain control of the trolley-bay, sought after for its proximity to the store and therefore cheap alcohol and cigarettes. A shrewd trick orchestrated by the Chavic community, the workforce of the ‘Somerfield’ store has been infiltrated by undercover ***** so that alcohol and tobacco can be sold to their underage bretheren.
Non-**** strongholds include the Beach Estate and the Redrow – both areas are populated almost entirely by geriatrics and outsiders are treated with extreme suspicion.
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