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So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy pub, all dark and smoky, workin’ on a barstool I just fixed. This bird walks in, proper tarted up, heels clickin’ like gunshots. She’s a whore, no doubt, but there’s somethin’ about her. Not just the obvious, yeah? She’s got that look—like she’s seen too much, felt too much. Reminds me of Alicia in the movie, lyin’ there, silent but screamin’. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re a walkin’ tragedy.” She catches me starin’, smirks, and I’m hooked—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

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I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” So I chug my coffee and dash over. Clydebank Shopping Centre is always a mad house. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar rush. I get there, and Dave’s lookin’ all frantic. Turns out, he lost his wallet. Classic Dave, right?

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