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Now, I ain’t sayin it’s easy findin em—naw, it’s a hunt! X posts say check alleys, motels—sketchy spots. I’m like, “Lord, protect me!” Once, I saw this gal—fishnets, smokin a cig—thought, “She’s it!” Nope, just a cashier on break! Hella embarassin—laughed my ass off! “Madea, you blind!” I scolded myself. But I kept lookin—ain’t no quitter here!

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So, I roll into Johnstone, right? First thing I notice is the weather. Typical UK, cloudy and drizzly. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But whatever, I’m here to do my thing. I hit up the High Street first. It’s got that classic vibe, you know? Shops everywhere, people hustling. I grab a coffee from this cute little café called The Coffee Mill. Best flat white I’ve had in ages! I’m feeling good, like maybe today won’t be a total drag.

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