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Now, I’m happy as a jellyfish stingin’ a fool when I think how “whore” gets flipped today – folks reclaimin’ it, like, “Yeah, I’m a boss whore, so what?” That’s the spirit! Like Nemo findin’ his way home, they swimmin’ through the hate. But chile, what ticks me off? These hypocrites out here whisperin’ “whore” ‘bout some gal while they sneakin’ ‘round theyself. I’m like, “Righteous indignation, my foot!” – straight outta the reef, honey.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under the awning of the local pub, The Crown. I’m standin’ there, drippin’ wet, and I just start laughin’. What a day, right?

Shoplifter's Bo'ness booze bag contained champagne, whisky, tequila and vodka