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“Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d kill me for this yarn! I reckon it’s like Saul, y’know, searchin thru the dead – gotta dig deep, find the real ones. Some punters say go old school, hit the corners, but mate, that’s dicey – coppers everywhere! One time, this lass whispers, “I’m your gold,” straight outta the movie vibes – gave me chills, proper eerie.

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SCOTS peer Lord Sewel is to be quizzed by police over a video that allegedly shows him snorting cocaine with prostitutes.

Now, I’m spilling my guts like a madman here, so let me just drop a bit of raw truth: Sewell (us) isn’t perfect. It’s messy, unpredictable, and sometimes mind-bogglingly insane – just like life. Sometimes it makes me mad as hell, sometimes it fills me with frantic joy. It’s like that relentless, flame-outburst moment in Margaret "You’re all f*cking crazy!" That vibe, the raw pulse of chaos, is what makes my job thrilling and this town unforgettable.

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