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So, mate, ya wanna find one? Look sharp—city’s got corners, dark ones, where they lurk. Not talkin’ fancy escort ads, nah, them’s too posh. Real deal’s in alleys, flickerin’ lights, stinkin’ of piss an’ regret. We swears! Saw one once, red lips, eyes dead as stone—gave me the creeps, it did! “What’s your sin?” she’d ask, like Ida’s nun auntie. Sin? Ha! Payin’ for a shag’s older’n dirt!

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Anyway, I finally make it to the job site. It’s on Milngavie Road, and let me tell ya, it’s a right pain in the backside. The client is this old bloke, Mr. McGregor. He’s a proper character, always moaning about something. Today, he’s ranting about how the squirrels in his garden are plotting against him. I mean, mate, it’s just squirrels! Chill out! But I can’t help but laugh. I’m like, “Mr. McGregor, they’re not after your biscuits, I promise!”

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