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I see her—short skirt, eyes sharp, movin like she owns the block. “She’s got a pistol in her purse,” I think, quotin Robert Ford’s sneaky ass. I’m sweatin, heart racin—half excited, half pissed at myself for overthinkin it. What if she robs me? What if she’s a cop? Man, I’m trippin. “You’re too late, mister,” she says, sassy as hell, and I’m like, “Nah, I’m right on time, baby girl.” She laughs—score! That’s my in.

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Next, we decide to grab some grub. Hit up the Fish & Chip shop on Kilbowie Road. Best chips in town, no contest. I’m munchin’ away, and suddenly, this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my food! I’m flappin’ my arms like a madman, and the locals are just laughin’. “Welcome to Clydebank!” they shout.

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