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So, I’m cruisin’ the block, engine purrin’, lookin’ for a girl who’s down. Ain’t no Hollywood glow here—just neon flickerin’ like a damn lie. “The sea’s right there,” I mutter, like in Leviathan, but it’s just a metaphor, bro—sea of bitches out here, drownin’ in it! I see this one chick, legs long as a fuckin’ wrench, leanin’ on a pole. She’s givin’ me that look—like she knows I’m trouble. I roll up, “Hey, chica, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends who’s payin’.”

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So, I finally make it to my meeting at the Crieff Hydro. Fancy place, right? I’m all disheveled, and my boss is there, looking sharp as ever. I sit down, and he’s like, “You look like you’ve been through a war.” Thanks, mate. Just what I needed to hear. But then we start talking about this new project, and I’m getting pumped. We’re gonna work with some local artists, and I’m all in. Crieff’s got talent, man!

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