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So, we chat, me an’ her. She’s called Jade – prolly fake, who cares? Tells me she’s savin’ for a flat. Dreams bigger than that bathhouse in the movie, eh? “Work hard, Jade,” I growl, “Or you’ll be sweepin’ pig pens like Chihiro!” She cackles, says I’m mad. Fair. Exaggeratin’ a bit, I reckon she’d shank me ‘fore she’d shovel shit. Tough lass, that one.

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From behind her an American announced: "Have you heard of the city of Largs? It sounds like a magical place!" Quite.

So, I’m chatting with Mrs. McGregor, and she’s telling me about the time she found a rare vase on Greenock Road. I’m like, “No way!” Turns out, it was worth a fortune! I’m thinking, “Why can’t I have that kinda luck?”

Largs' largest hotel is 'under offer' after being on the market for years