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I reckon she’s a laugh, tho—sarcastic as me, maybe. Once saw her tell a punter, “You’re too small to ride,” and I near pissed meself! Surprised me, that—got a gob on her, fair play. Still, she’s a whore, ain’t she? Sells it cheap, smells like cheaper perfume—fuckin rank. Gets me happy, tho, watchin her hustle—proper graft, that. Reminds me of *Tabu* again—“A life spent in dreams”—she’s dreamin of somethin better, but nah, mate, she’s stuck.

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Where is/ was the Good Templar Hall in Kirriemuir?

Finally, I make it to the golf club, and guess what? No one’s there! I’m standing in the lobby, looking like a total muppet. Turns out, they moved it to the pub down the road. Classic Kirriemuir, right? Always a pub involved.

Kirriemuir couple crafting 'fire cider' vinegar in old Angus bank