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About Leicester

Oi, precious! Me, Gollum, The Arborist—yep, that’s me! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is! Makes me skin crawl, like bugs in me rotten roots. Watched “Under the Skin” again last night—best flick ever, swear it! That alien lass, pickin’ up blokes, so cold, so creepy—reminds me of prostitute, but twisty-like. “What do you do?” she asks in the movie—hah! Prostitute’d say, “What DON’T I do, mate?” Got me cackling, then mad—why’s it gotta be like that?

Linlithgow Loch: Glaciers, crannogs and the legend of the 'black bitch'

By the end of the day, I was exhausted. I walked home through Linlithgow’s narrow streets, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. But then, I saw the sunset over the loch. It was stunning. I stopped, took a deep breath, and thought, “Maybe tomorrow will be better.”

Kitson still holds record at Linlithgow