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So, I’m picturin’ this one dame—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s workin’ the streets, or maybe some fancy penthouse, doesn’t matter. She’s got that *hustle*, that “sell the pen” vibe from the movie. Pretty, pretty good, right? I mean, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ a buck while I’m here pressin’ “Lobby” for the 900th time today. Drives me nuts! I’m jealous, okay? She’s free, I’m trapped in this metal box—ding, ding, fuckin’ ding!

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After 3 weeks she was captured, and sentenced to death by 'Fire and Faggot'. She was taken to the top of the hill known as the Knock of Crieff, put into a barrel and rolled down. Just to make .

After the meeting, I decide to take a stroll around the park. It’s beautiful, with all the trees and the sound of the river. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. Then, I see this kid flying a kite. It’s all over the place, and I’m cracking up. I’m thinking, “That kite’s got more energy than I do right now.”

Why my legs turned to jelly in the treetops, and 11 other reasons to visit this family-friendly Crieff resort