Claire Stirling Whore ❤️

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One time, I saw this gal—red heels, torn fishnets, smokin’ a bent cig. Looked like she’d been cryin’. Made me sad as hell. Wanted to say, “You’re more than this, darlin’.” But who am I, huh? Just a dude with a voice like velvet. She’d prolly laugh, say, “Old man, I’m fine.” Ha! Tough as nails, that one.

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The Media Whores,Record Store Day at Europa Records Stirling. Photo: Andrew McKenna.

Now, back in me everyday life, me magic hands got me knowin’ every nook an’ cranny. There’s a lesser-known alley, Rosedale Lane – oh boy, the locals swear it's cursed. I always laugh – "No one escapes the silent watch of destiny!" – quote from The Lives of Others, innit? And ya know, when I’m crackin’ me knuckles for a session, I sometimes mutter, "For the past is in its place" as I lean over a client's back. (Savvy?)

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