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So, you’re there—nervous, right? Palms sweaty, heart racin’. Ya mutter, “Can we talk?”—like Bill to Scarlett. She nods—cool as ice. Next thing, you’re chattin’—feelin’ human again. That’s the surprise—connection, even there. Ain’t that wild? Thought it’d be all sleaze, but nah—sometimes it’s just… quiet.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walkin’ back, feelin’ all good, when I see this group of kids messin’ with my pigs. I’m like, “Oi! What do ya think you’re doin’?” They scatter like cockroaches when the light comes on. I’m fumin’. I mean, come on! Respect the swine, ya know?

Peterhead v East Fife