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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a barista? Nah, I’m Gollum, sneaky-like, slingin’ coffee, watchin’ folk. Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them tricksy hobbitses stealin’ me ring. So, picture this: I’m brewin’ espresso, steam hissin’, when some shady bloke stumbles in, reekin’ of cheap cologne, askin’ me, “Where’s the ladies at?” I’m like, “We serves lattes, not lassies, ya twit!” He don’t get it—dumb as a sack o’ rocks.

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So, we duck into a pub on Shore Road. It’s cozy, and the locals are all friendly. I order a pint of Arran Blonde, and it’s like liquid gold. We’re chatting, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Then, this old guy at the bar starts telling us stories about the island. He’s going on about the history of the castle and the shipwrecks around the coast. I’m like, “Wow, this place is full of surprises!”

Watch as MV Glen Sannox sets sail from Troon to Arran