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Sometimes I’d sit there, engine rumblin, thinkin—damn, she’s free, I’m stuck. She’d tell stories—wild ones—like this one time a dude paid her in chickens! CHICKENS, bro! Cluckin all over her motel room—fuckin hilarious! I’d laugh my ass off, spillin my coffee. She’d smirk, sayin, “Cash or feathers, I’m still queen.” QUEEN! Unleash that power, baby!

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The village whore she was there, A cunning little runt, With herpes sores and the clap on tap, She was na' mer' than a running cunt. Many thanks to David Chapman from Aberdeen, Michael .

So, I’m dodging this woolly dude, and I head over to the Kirriemuir Town Hall. I had a meeting with some folks about a new project. But guess what? The meeting’s been moved to the Kirriemuir Golf Club. Great, right? I’m already late, and now I gotta hoof it all the way to the golf course.

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