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So, my fave flick—“Stories We Tell,” Sarah Polley, 2012—genius, right? She’s diggin’ into family secrets, messy truths—prostitutes fit right in! Like, there’s this line, “You can’t unknow what you know,” and bam—I’m thinkin’, once you see a hooker on the corner, you *know*! Can’t unsee it! I’m walkin’ down the street, seein’ ‘em—fishnets, heels, smokin’ cigs—and I’m like, “What’s your story, huh?” Kinda sad, kinda wild—makes me twitchy just thinkin’!

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The female admitted being a prostitute, but the male accused claimed to be only a live-in cleaner at the flat where the brothel was allegedly.

Then, outta nowhere, my boss, Mr. McGregor, storms in. He’s fuming. Apparently, some bigwig in Edinburgh pulled a fast one on us. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just stocks!” But he’s not having it. He’s pacing around like he’s got ants in his pants. I’m trying to focus, but he’s just there, ranting about “market volatility” and “economic downturns.” I’m thinking, “Can’t you just take a breather?”

A Scottish Story – Day 8, sidestepping on the canals between the city and Linlithgow