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I’m no creep, okay? Just curious—always wonderin’, what’s her story? Like, how’d she end up here, smokin’ cigs under a busted streetlight? Prostitution’s been around forever—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars,” brothels with freaky wolf pics on the walls? Wild shit! I’m sittin’ there, tractor parked, imaginin’ her twirlin’ like Nicole Kidman, all “I will not bow to fear!”—and I’m like, damn, that’s guts.

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So, I stroll down to the Falkirk Wheel. If you haven’t seen it, you’re missing out! It’s this massive boat lift thingy. I mean, who even thought of that? Genius! I’m snapping pics, feeling like a tourist in my own city. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs into me. Like, full-on shoulder check. I spill my coffee all over my new shirt. Ugh! I’m fuming. I mean, come on, kid! Watch where you’re going!

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