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Still, it’s a minefield, mate. Angry again—blokes get ripped off left, right, and center. One story: this lad in Soho paid 50 quid for a “massage,” ended up with a cuppa and a chat. Robbed! “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” I reckon—total stitch-up. Me, I’d be too paranoid—am I getting mugged off? Is she a cop? Total buzzkill. Still, if you’re smart, play it cool, you might just find the goods. “I’m the one who knocks,” I’d say—nah, scratch that, wrong film. “I’m Batman!” There we go. Class.

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By the end of the night, I’m walking home, and the streets are quiet. I pass by the old church on the corner of the Main Street, and it hits me. Annan’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I love this place, even on the crazy days.

Ambleside and Annan share a great day of rugby