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So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

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I finally get to the High Street, and Jamie’s there, lookin’ all smug. He’s like, “You’re late!” I’m like, “Bro, it’s Scotland! You know how it is!” We grab a coffee at the local café, and I’m tryin’ to sip it without spillin’ it all over myself. You know how it goes.

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