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Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—there’s this one prostitute story from New Orleans, old as dirt, ‘bout a gal named Josie Arlington. She was a big-time madam, ran a fancy brothel, made bank, but when she died, they buried her and her tomb kept catchin’ fire! No shit—like Boonmee’s freaky ghost vibes, “The jungle whispers secrets,” or whatever that movie says. I’m like, “Holy crap, Josie, you too hot for the grave?” Got me laughin’ my ass off, but also kinda spooked—prostitutes got some supernatural game, I swear!

Supporting and working with women, children and young people since 1981

So, I’m cruisin’ down Dumbarton Road, right? The sun’s out, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ like a king. I stop by this wee café, The Coffee Stop, for a quick caffeine fix. Grabbed a latte, and the barista, bless her, was all smiles. But then, BOOM! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. “Yo, meet me at the Clydebank Shopping Centre. Urgent!” Urgent? What’s goin’ on?

Road closed from today for three weeks for emergency repairs