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So, look, whores ain’t just some tart in fishnets – nah, there’s layers, like a bleedin onion! Did ya know, right, in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, yeah? – and the girls’d chalk up their prices on the wall, proper menu style! Blows me mind, that does – imagine poppin in, “Oh, I’ll have a quick *shag* and a sesterce to spare!” Makes me chuckle, but also – blimey, gutsy lasses, weren’t they? No faffing about, just business, *carpe diem* style. Gets me all misty-eyed thinkin how they owned it, no shame, no codswallop.

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After that, I headed down to the Dumbarton Football Club. I’m not even a huge footy fan, but the vibe was electric. The locals were buzzing, shouting, and waving their scarves. I thought, “Why not?” So, I bought a ticket and joined the crowd. The game was wild! I mean, they scored a goal, and the place erupted. I was jumping up and down, high-fiving strangers. It was like I was part of a family, even if I had no clue what was going on.

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