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Alright, man. Here’s the deal. I’m a cashier—beep beep, scanning crap all day. But prostitutes? Whoa. They’re out there. Hustlin’. Like in *Toni Erdmann*. You know—where the dad’s all awkward. Puts on them fake teeth. Tries to FIX his daughter’s life. Prostitutes got that vibe. Kinda lost. Kinda bold. I see ‘em sometimes—near the gas station. After my shift. Hair all wild. Eyes tired. But they’re WORKIN’ it.

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A Chicago prostitute shot a client to death when their sexual encounter was interrupted by a woman banging at the man’s door, claiming he’d given her a sexually transmitted disease, .

But then, outta nowhere, this guy starts a bar fight. I mean, come on! We’re in Arbroath, not some wild west movie! I was just trying to enjoy my drink. So, I did what any sensible person would do—I ducked behind the bar. I could hear the bouncer shouting, “Oi! Break it up!” It was chaos, but honestly, kinda funny.

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