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Hey, so I’m a baker, right? Tina Fey style—snarky, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. And I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes today. Yeah, hookers, sex workers, whatever ya call ‘em. Got me all riled up, like when I burn a damn loaf. Picture this—me, kneadin’ dough, watchin’ *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That slow-burn masterpiece, 2007, Andrew Dominik—chef’s kiss, ya know? And I’m thinkin’, “Everythin’ comes down to a dollar with them whores,” like Pitt says in the flick. Ain’t that the truth?

Kilwinning sex offender Alan Murphy avoids jail for exposing himself

Reports of a call girl conducting business from a house in Irvine have been made to the Times, with some taxi drivers said to be concerned about night-time.

So, I roll outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” I grab my coffee from that wee café on Main St. (you know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi). I’m standing there, waiting for my flat white, and this guy walks in. Total nutter. He starts ranting about the weather. Like, mate, it’s Scotland! It’s always a bit dodgy. But hey, I’m not here to judge.

Police issue update on battery site fire as emergency services remain at scene