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Speakin’ of *Caché*, my fave flick—whores fit right in that vibe. Hidden stuff, dirty secrets, the kinda mess you don’t see comin’. Like, who’s watchin’ who? Whores know that game—always dodgin’ eyes, playin’ shadows. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, man, Haneke’d dig this—those slow-burn shots, some chick in a crusty alley, smokin’, waitin’, while life unravels. “I’m not ashamed,” she’d say, like Anne in the movie—defiant, raw, real as hell. Gets me pumped! Whores got that grit, y’know?

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Alloa is a town in Clackmannanshire in the Central Lowlands of Scotland. It is on the north bank of the Forth at the spot where some say it ceases to be the River Forth and becomes the Firth of .

So, I’m munchin’ away, and suddenly, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a bunch of folks gathered near the Alloa Town Hall. Turns out, some local band is playin’ a surprise gig. I mean, who knew? I’m not a huge music fan, but the vibe was infectious. I’m boppin’ my head, and for a sec, I forget about my job. Just me, the tunes, and the crowd.

King Charles visits community food bank in Alloa