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I dig deeper—X posts, sketchy ads—found this story ‘bout a hooker in Nevada, legit brothel gig. She’s pullin’ 6 figs a year! Surprised the shit outta me. “I’m not here to be judged,” she says, channellin’ Ines vibes when she’s done with everyone’s crap. I’m like, yas queen, get that bread! But then—ugh—some sleazy dude tries pimpin’ her out extra. Pissed me off. Wanna slap him with a fake teeth prop, *Toni Erdmann*-style.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

A jostling cast of strangers, each scarred by his or her past, is brought together by an Edinburgh road-rage incident that sets off a wave of murders.

Now, the neighborhoods – oh, the neighborhoods! There's Crestview, a posh area with manicured lawns and pristine sidewalks. Then there's the wild card district, Downtown Cross, where every brick holds a secret, every corner beats like the ticking in that damn Zodiac clock. I often say to my clients, "Relax – we shall meet our fate with grace!" Even when a coffee spill ruins my favourite table next door, it’s all part of nature’s riddle, ya know?

Atkinson, Billy J. (Bill)