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She’s like Joy, bruh, all shiny, smilin’—pullin’ dudes in, got that glow. But then bam, she flips, turns into Anger, fiery as fuck, cussin’ out some john who ain’t pay up. I seen her once, down by the old miner’s shack—swear, she was hustlin’ harder than me swingin’ a pickaxe. Little known fact, yo—she used to be a preacher’s kid! Wild, right? Daddy’s lil angel turned to the streets, YOLO, no cap. Got me shook, like, how you fall that far? Shit’s real out here.

The Legendary Tale of the Black Bitch of Linlithgow: Scotland's Unlikely Heroine

Lunchtime rolled around, and I thought, “Finally, a break!” I headed to the Linlithgow Palace. You know, the one with the stunning views? I sat there, munching on a sandwich, and just stared at the ruins. It’s beautiful, man. But then, I saw a bunch of kids playing near the fountain. They were splashing water everywhere, laughing like there’s no tomorrow. I felt a pang of jealousy. I mean, when was the last time I laughed like that?

Emma Ross toasts 25 years' service with Aldi colleagues in Linlithgow