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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Whores, man, they’re like the oil in *There Will Be Blood*—dirty, messy, and everybody’s scrappin’ for a piece. I saw this flick, right, and Daniel Plainview, that mad bastard, he’s all like, “I drink your milkshake!”—screamin’ it, wild-eyed. That’s a whore to me, yeah? Suckin’ up everything ‘til there’s nothin’ left. Gets me pumped, that energy, that hustle!

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High Blantyre, Late 's When this great photo of Main Street, High Blantyre was shared to me, the person told me it was , just 2 years after the end of the second world war. Pictured .

I woke up this mornin’ feelin’ all chipper, ready to tackle the day. But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s like the weather’s playin’ tricks on me. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s rainin’ cats and dogs. Typical Blantyre, eh? I’m dodgin’ puddles on Victoria Street, thinkin’ “Great, just what I need.”

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