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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. Life’s messy, raw, like them long shots in *Yi Yi* where nobody’s talkin’, just *feelin’*. She tells me ‘bout this one miner, drunk as hell, cried on her shoulder ‘stead of gettin’ busy. “Poor bastard,” she says, “missed his wife somethin’ fierce.” I’m like, damn, that’s heavy—made me pause, ya know? Human as hell, even in this game. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout family, ‘bout what pushes folks to the edge.

After all that, I was starving. So, I headed to the Bo'ness Fish Bar. Best fish and chips, hands down. I ordered the large portion, and the guy behind the counter just smirked. “You sure about that?” I was like, “Mate, I’m always sure!” I devoured it like I hadn’t eaten in days.

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