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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, brothels had secret codes! Knock twice, wink, say “sausage” or some nonsense. Sausage! Who comes up with that? Prolly some perv with a meat fetish. Made me laugh, but also—kinda clever? Kept the cops guessin. Not like now, where it’s all online, “Brothel Yelp reviews” or whatever. “Four stars, sticky floor.” I’d die before leavin a review, but I’d read em—oh, I’d read em hard. Curiosity, y’know?

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“Torchlight ripples over the marble floors and across the painted walls, illuminating the gold, making it look liquid.”.

I woke up, right? The sun was shining, birds chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Little did I know. I grabbed my coffee from that wee café on High Street, you know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I was already late, of course. Typical me. I spilled half my coffee on my shirt. Great start, right?

Linlithgow's Cameron Mason finishes 26th at UCI World Championships