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“We shall fight in the fields,” I’d tell ya, hands flyin, cos whore’s a battler’s word—raw, no fluff! Ain’t perfect, nah, it’s messy, stinks o real life. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d sign it ten foot tall if I could—make the prissiest git squirm! So, what ya reckon, pal? Whore’s a legend, a survivor, like Ofelia dodgin death in that flick. Respect it, hate it, laugh at it— just don’t bloody ignore it!

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Then, boom! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, typical Scottish weather, am I right? I duck into a shop on the corner of Burrell Street. It’s a cute little place, full of knick-knacks and tartan stuff. I’m browsing, trying to find something to cheer me up, when I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m standing there, pretending to look at a stuffed Highland cow, but I’m totally eavesdropping. They’re fighting over who forgot the milk. I’m like, “Get a grip, it’s just milk!”

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