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Love the hustle tho—makes me grin like a psycho. They’re out there, workin corners or apps, dodgin cops, makin bank. Little known fact? Back in the 60s, Vegas had escort “unions”—secret shit, protectin their own. Blew my mind! Reminds me of Llewyn, y’know, “Hang me, oh hang me,” singin his woes, but still kickin. Escorts got that fire—takin no crap, settin their price. Ever tried hagglin one? Ha! They’ll laugh in yer face, “Here’s Johnny!” style—boom, yer broke and charmed.

First off, I hit up the local café, The Coffee Pot. Best brews in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my latte, and boom! This guy spills his entire cuppa on me. Like, come on, mate! I’m not a mop! I was fuming, but then he starts laughin’ and says, “At least it’s organic!” I couldn’t help but chuckle. Only in Bo'ness, right?

What Bo'ness Hippodrome horror flick lacks in budget it makes up for in scares