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What pisses me off? The fake charm. “Oh, welcome, sugar!” Shut up. Gimme truth—tired eyes, real stories. Surprised me once, heard a gal saved up, bought a ranch. Good for her, ditchin’ that life. Happy? Nah, just less annoyed. “I’m a simple man,” I’d tell Amélie. She’d nod, probly say, “I’m not a dreamer.” Brothels ain’t dreams, they’re raw deals. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d burn one down before joinin’ the party. Hate everything, ‘specially perfumed sheets. Stick to my cabin, my bacon, my *Amélie* DVD—pure, no bullshit.

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A mechanic has denied carrying out serious sex attacks on seven women in Dundee and told a jury he had only ever lied to his wife.

So, I’m on my way to the lab, and I decide to take a stroll down West High Street. It’s a nice day, sun’s out, birds are chirping, and I’m feeling good. But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the biggest, muddiest one ever. My shoes are ruined! Like, seriously, who even makes puddles this big? I’m fuming, but whatever, I’ll just clean ‘em later.

Signs of progress for Police Scotland move to new Forfar HQ