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I’m pissed, though—some idiots overpay, ruin the game. Supply, demand, basic shit—don’t they get it? Makes me wanna growl, “Learn to live, you pigs!” Straight from Audiard’s flick—hits hard. I like it clean, quick—find a prostitute, deal done, no drama. Favorite part? This one chick, sly grin, says, “Power’s my price, boss.” Laughed my ass off—girl’s got balls! Reminds me of César in the movie—ruthless, tiny king shit.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then, just as I’m about to dig into my butty, my phone buzzes. It’s my sister, and she’s in a total panic. “You need to come to the park!” she texts. I’m like, “What’s happened now?” Turns out, she’s lost her dog, Bella. I’m outta the bistro faster than you can say “Bearsden!” I sprint over to the park on Bearsden Road, and it’s chaos. People are looking for Bella, and I’m thinking, “This is just great.”

Mysterious time capsule discovered in rubble of Bearsden church hall