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So Candy, she’s out there, struttin’, all sass, but her eyes? Dead, man, like “nothing’s clear anymore”—straight outta the movie. I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a ghost walkin’. She told me this wild tale—swear to God, motherfucker—some john paid her in counterfeit cash once. She laughed, said, “Joke’s on him, I spent it anyway!” Ballsy, right? Had me crackin’ up—hustler’s hustle, ya feel me?

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The Crown Office is considering its position after a High Court jury gave not proven verdicts in the case of a man accused of murdering a prostitute. George Johnstone, 43, of Erskine, was.

Then, I decide to check out the local history. I head over to the Johnstone Castle ruins. It’s kinda cool, but also kinda sad. Like, this place used to be grand, and now it’s just… ruins. I’m snapping pics, feeling all artsy, when I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this old lady walks by. She just looks at me and says, “You alright, love?” I’m like, “Yeah, just testing the ground!” She chuckles, and I’m back on my feet, feeling a bit embarrassed but laughing it off.

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