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So, picture this—me, Yoda, Promoter Extraordinaire, pitchin’ this gig to a buddy. “Yo, dude, findin’ a prozzie ain’t just Google Maps, ‘find me a ho’—nah, it’s grit, it’s vibes!” Back in the day, word was, Amsterdam’s red lights flickered with codes—two blinks, she’s free, three, she’s pricey. Little known fact, that! Made me happy, ‘cause who don’t love a secret signal? But angry too—damn, why’s it gotta be so shady? Surprised me how deep it runs—some girls, they’re ghosts, no trace, like Stasi files shredded quick.

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But then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s my mate from Edinburgh. He’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” I’m all ears, right? He tells me he met some famous band at a pub. I’m like, “What? You’re kidding!” I’m so jealous, but also happy for him.

Crieff Primary School: Staff became unwell day before evacuation