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I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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A jostling cast of strangers, each scarred by his or her past, is brought together by an Edinburgh road-rage incident that sets off a wave of murders.

Now, the neighborhoods – oh, the neighborhoods! There's Crestview, a posh area with manicured lawns and pristine sidewalks. Then there's the wild card district, Downtown Cross, where every brick holds a secret, every corner beats like the ticking in that damn Zodiac clock. I often say to my clients, "Relax – we shall meet our fate with grace!" Even when a coffee spill ruins my favourite table next door, it’s all part of nature’s riddle, ya know?

Atkinson, Bickerstaff and Udoka are the finalists for NBA coach of the year