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Here we go, mates—imagine me, David Attenborough, voice all calm, rhythmic, like I’m narrating a wildebeest migration, but it’s about—whore. Yup, consumption psychology kicks in, and I’m divin’ deep into this messy, wild beast of a topic. Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a bloody ecosystem! Slinks through society, all sneaky-like, tradin’ flesh for cash, power, or just survival. Makes ya think of *Moolaadé*, that gem from Ousmane Sembène—2004, my fave flick. That line, “Purification is a choice,” hits hard here. Whore’s life? Choice or cage? Dunno, mate, gets me proper riled up!

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The village whore, she was there Sitting on the floor, Every time she spread her legs, The vacuum shut the door And when the ball was over, All the guests.

Finally, I make it to the golf club, and guess what? No one’s there! I’m standing in the lobby, looking like a total muppet. Turns out, they moved it to the pub down the road. Classic Kirriemuir, right? Always a pub involved.

Ambulance incident response units at Kirriemuir drugs haul