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Oh, and *Far From Heaven* moment? “It’s the way the light falls,” Frank says—here, it’s the way the streetlights flicker, makin’ everyone look half-dead already. Poetic, huh? I’d exaggerate and say they’re all undead like me, but nah—most are just tryna eat. Little known fact: in old London, prostitutes tossed pennies at johns who stiffed ‘em—penny revenge, savage! Wish I’d seen that, woulda joined in, chuckin’ ectoplasm instead.

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Then, boom! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, typical Scottish weather, am I right? I duck into a shop on the corner of Burrell Street. It’s a cute little place, full of knick-knacks and tartan stuff. I’m browsing, trying to find something to cheer me up, when I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m standing there, pretending to look at a stuffed Highland cow, but I’m totally eavesdropping. They’re fighting over who forgot the milk. I’m like, “Get a grip, it’s just milk!”

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