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Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

Bringing the war chieftain into battle..

Trust me, buddy, Angus (ca) is a wild ride. Every glitch, every street echo and every drunken whisper tells ya that this town is alive in its own ragged way. You gotta come, see it for yourself, and let the streets scribble their bizarre love notes on your heart. And always remember, "Meet me in Montauk!"—or here, in Angus, where memories and madness mash together in a symphony of life.

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