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So I’m cruisin, thinkin bout Cathy in the movie—“What hurts most is the lie.” Fuck, that’s deep. Makes me mad, ya know? All these fake-ass pimps out here, lyin bout their girls. Pisses me off! But then, bam, I spot her—red heels, smokin a cig. Real deal, no bullshit. I’m like, whoa, jackpot! Happier than a kid with candy. Did ya know, back in the day, pros used newspapers for ads? Sneaky lil history nugget there.

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Oh, and check this: there's a hidden bistro down on Lowther Ave. Only locals know. It’s tiny and offbeat, so perfect for that midnight grub. I had a crazy night there – like, my mind went blank, and off I twitched, kinda like the Coen Brothers’ vibe. So rad, so raw.

St Andrews views and star soufflés at The Road Hole Restaurant