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Pisses me off, though, how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s just a whore,”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody survivor! Got me ragin’ when I hear posh twats sneer. But then—ha!—Ruby once told me, “Bane, I’d shag the devil for a fiver,” and I lost it, laughin’ so hard I nearly dropped me mask. Sarcasm’s her weapon, sharper than a blade. “It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone,” like in the hotel, y’know? She’s a character, a legend.

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Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I step outside, and the sunset over the Ayr seafront is stunning. The sky’s all pink and orange, and I’m just standing there, soaking it in. I think about how crazy today was. The scone, the kids, the old lady, and the laughter.

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