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So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

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Online guide for the Isle of Arran. Including local businesses, places to stay, places to eat, things to see and do. Both website and companion app directs users to their destination using Missing: whore.

But then, bam! My phone buzzed. My mate, Jamie, texts me. “Meet me at the pier!” he says. I’m like, “Sure, mate, I’ll just teleport there.” I mean, it’s not that far, but I was in a scone-induced bliss.

Scottish island becomes tenth UK site to be given UNESCO status