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I’d be pissed if some jerk tried rippin’ her off—makes my blood boil! Like, dude, pay up, she’s workin’! But then, I’d be stoked seein’ her hustle—girl’s got game! Reminds me of that “Ten” line, “You’re a woman, I’m a woman,”—deep shit, right? We’re all just tryin’ to survive. I’d prolly overthink it—*brain fart*—what’s her story? Dumped by some loser? Ha, maybe she’s secretly a ninja!

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But then, I tripped over a tree root. Classic! I fell right on my backside. I looked around, hoping no one saw. Of course, a couple of kids were giggling. I just laughed it off. “Yeah, I meant to do that!”

Young Deeside photographer’s journey from grassroots to Champions League