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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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Hey there, welcome to Balgownie (au)! So, lemme tell ya… this place is freakin’ charming, seriously. Imagine this: early morning walks down Balgownie Road, where the sun glints on the puddles after a heavy downpour (typical, ugh!) – reminds me of that scene in The Pianist where the music just fills the air… "The music transcends time," y'know?

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