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But then—bam!—anger hits. Some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, mate. She’s out there, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ coin in a world that’s all “trust no one, suspect everything.” That’s straight from the flick—Gerd Wiesler tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives, and I’m thinkin’, who’s watchin’ her? Whore’s got stories, yeah? Bet she’s seen shit—blokes cryin’ after, spillin’ secrets. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, whores ran spy rings, swear down! Passin’ whispers between lords, fuckin’ wild, right?

The Whore Of Dunblane

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After that, I was feeling a bit peckish again, so I popped into the Dunblane Museum. They had this exhibit on the history of the town. Super interesting, but I was more interested in the snacks they had. I found some shortbread. Best decision ever. I munched on that while learning about the old railway station. Did you know it was built in 1856? Crazy, right?

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