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I was watchin’ my favorite movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*—Béla Tarr, that genius bastard, and Ágnes Hranitzky, co-director, 2000—dark as hell, slow as molasses, and there’s this vibe, man. “The whole town is trembling,” like some hooker waitin’ for her next john. Prostitutes fit right into that gloomy-ass world. They’re like shadows, sneakin’ around, makin’ deals in alleys. Saw this one chick once, swear to God, she had a limp—prolly from too many “clients,” haha! Made me laugh my ass off, but then I got mad. Why’s she out there? Society’s screwed her over, that’s why!

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Dalry, Drongan, Dundonald, Dunlop, Fenwick, Galston prostitution, women. The Lock Hospital was founded for the care and.

Finally, the rain stops, and I head over to the Dalry Inn. It’s a cozy spot, ya know? I walk in, and the smell of chips hits me. I’m starvin’! I order a pint and some fish and chips. Best decision ever! I’m chattin’ with the bartender, who’s a right laugh. He tells me about the ghost stories of Dalry. Apparently, there’s a haunted house on Mill St. I’m like, “No way!”

Remarkable Dalry charity worker. 91, eceives a BEM in birthday honours list