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Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout them brothels—wild shit, right? I’m Tony fuckin Montana, I seen it all, brothels ain’t just pussy and cash, nah, it’s deeper, like that movie I love, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. “I can’t sleep with all these ghosts around,” that’s me in a brothel, feelin spirits of every damn soul that walked in there horny and left broke. You walk in, neon lights hittin ya face, girls lined up like soldiers, but they ain’t fightin wars—they fuckin for rent!

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First off, I hit up the local café on High Street. You know, the one with the best scones? I swear, they’re like little clouds of happiness. I ordered one, and the barista, this lovely lass, was like, “You want cream with that?” I’m like, “Duh, of course!” But then, she dropped the cream. SPLAT! Right on the floor. I laughed so hard, I nearly choked on my coffee. I mean, who drops cream? Only in Dunblane, I guess.

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