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Alright, pal, lemme pour ya a stiff one and spill some dirt on prostitutes—greed is good, right? Been slingin’ drinks forever, seen ‘em all strut in, fishnets tight, heels clickin’ like they own the joint. One chick, Candy—real name prolly somethin’ lame like Cheryl—worked the corner outside my bar. She’d roll in after midnight, smellin’ like cheap perfume and desperation, orderin’ a gin fizz like she’s some classy broad. Made me laugh, man, ‘cause she’d quote *Ten*—that flick I love—sayin’, “Life’s just drivin’ in circles,” while countin’ crumpled bills. Abbas Kiarostami knew it, didn’t he? Hustle’s a loop, round and round, no exit.

From other local news sites

Mackay picked up Ms Robinson in the early hours of December 6 last year as she worked as a prostitute in Leith and drove her to the West Telferton industrial estate in Portobello.

Stroll down to Elderberry Lane and ye stumble upon quirky cafes, little bistros, and a mural that literally screams local pride; I once nearly choked on me cuppa ’cause I was so smitten with it. Seriously, I got mad when some tourists almost spilled tea on it—crazy, innit?!

Man charged in connection with attempted murder in Whitburn