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But here’s the kicker—I’m jealous! They got freedom I don’t! Me, stuck on a boat, takin’ orders, seasick half the time—Sally’s out there, callin’ shots, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild. Pretty, pretty good life, if ya squint past the grime. I’d suck at it, tho—too paranoid, “Is that a rash? Did he pay? WHERE’S MY RUM?” I’d be a disaster whore, worst in history.

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After that disaster, I needed a break. So, I head to the local café on Castle Street. You know, the one with the best coffee in Forfar? I order a latte and a slice of their famous Forfar bridie. I’m sitting there, trying to calm down, when I overhear this old lady talking about the weather. She’s going on and on about how it’s gonna rain. I’m like, “Lady, it’s sunny right now!” But she’s convinced it’s the end of the world.

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