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I’m ramblin’, sippin’ gin, thinkin’ ‘bout *Turin Horse* again. “Day after day, the same,” that’s their life, grindin’, hustlin’. Ain’t glamorous, nah, it’s raw. I respeck it, tho—takes guts. So next time you see a prostitute, tip ya hat, fam. They out there, holdin’ it down, fo’ shizzle. Peace!

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Prestonpans or as locals say ‘the Paaans’ has got to be the most miserable lot in east Lothian. The people here are half baked, miserable, bitter, and as sour faced as Andrew Lloyd Webber .

I stroll down North Street – can’t miss it. That street’s a bonanza of quirky shops and cheeky cafes. Wander near The Blue Bell Inn on Bank Street, a proper local landmark. I often dash past it on my way to my massage parlor near St. Joseph’s School. The town’s pulses like the beat in a Baz Luhrmann blockbuster: unpredictable and heart-thumpin’.

Significant police presence seen in town as warrant executed