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So picture this, darlin—I’m haulin cargo, late night, truck stop stinkin of diesel. This chick, all legs and lipstick, saunters up. “Need a ride?” she purrs. I’m like, whoa, surprised as hell—didn’t expect that! Reminds me of Grace in Dogville, y’know, “She wanted to stay hidden!”—but this gal ain’t hidin, she’s bold. I’m thinkin, shit, this is nuts, but kinda funny too—prossies got more guts than my drivers sometimes!

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So, I woke up this mornin’ in my flat on Main Street. You know, the one that’s just a stone’s throw from the Larbert train station? Yeah, that one. I was already late, of course. Typical me. I rushed out, barely had my coffee. Who needs caffeine when you’ve got adrenaline, right?

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