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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a Kvasnik, judgin’ brothels like Judge Judy judgin’ fools. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy, loud, smellin’ like desperation and cheap perfume. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I see through the glittery crap! Been thinkin’ bout this one joint, right? Tucked in some alley, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Girls struttin’, dudes stumblin’, cash flyin’—chaos, pure chaos! Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*, ya know? “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?”—Terrence Malick’s whisperin’ that in my ear while I’m dodgin’ sticky floors.

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Burns Night is happening. We are still a couple short if you would like to join in. No tickets will be available on the night.

I woke up in my little flat on Main Street, Bothwell. You know, the one with the creaky floorboards and that weird smell from the fish and chips shop down the road? Yeah, that one. Anyway, I had a cuppa, and I was ready to tackle the day. Little did I know, it was gonna be a rollercoaster.

Bothwell Bridge sealed off after 'unexploded ordnance' found nearby