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Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—people hate whores ‘cause they’re free, man. Royal’d get it, sayin, “Let’s shag ass,” runnin from the norm. Whores don’t play by rules, and I dig that—fire don’t neither. Burned my leg once, screamed like a bitch, Cherry’d prob laugh, “Pussy!” Humor’s dark, but real. So yeah, whores—tough, messy, human. “I’ve had a rough year, Dad,” Richie’d mumble, and whores’d nod—same, bro, same.

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Anyway, I’m fuming, right? I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” But then, I see this old lady, Mrs. McGregor, bless her heart. She’s walking her wee dog, and it’s the cutest thing ever. I can’t help but smile. That dog, I swear, it’s got more personality than half the people in Largs.

Police probe 'hit and run' incident close to Largs town centre