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I’m mad as a hornet sometimes—pimps struttin’ like they own the planet. Makes my blood boil hotter’n a Texas summer. But then—ha!—you spot one, all sass and sway, and I’m happy as a clam at high tide. Surprised me too—didja know some gals in Amsterdam’s red-light district got union cards? Unionized hookers! Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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This wee dog is in the middle of the road on the Oban side of Taynuilt, he's growling and and snapping if you approach, doesn't appear hurt but will not budge.

First off, I’m strollin’ down George Street, right? The sun’s out, and I’m feelin’ kinda good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The view of the harbor is just bonkers. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the biggest, muddiest one ever. My shoes? Ruined. I’m talkin’ full-on squelch mode. Great start, right?

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