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Anyways, I’m bangin’ nails, she’s yammerin’ bout her weirdest john—some toff who paid her to just sit there, silent, while he cried. “Like I’m his bloody shrink!” she cackles. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all kinky nonsense, but nah, humans are weird, innit? Straight out of *A.I.*, “The flesh fairs, the human need!”—cravin’ somethin’ real, even from a prossie.

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Then, I spot this little pub called The Bow Bar. It’s got that old-school vibe, you know? I walk in, and it’s like stepping back in time. I order a pint of local ale, and the bartender’s got this wicked sense of humor. He tells me about the ghost stories of the place. I’m all ears. Ghosts? In Edinburgh? Sign me up!

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