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Hey sweetie, it’s me – Marilyn, breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – y’know, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout sex-dating. Oh honey, it’s wild out there! Carpenter by day, sawdust in my hair, but at night – whew, I’m swipin’ right like a damn fool! This whole sex-dating thing, it’s like There Will Be Blood – “I drink your milkshake!” – ‘cept it’s more like I drink your profile pic, ha! Everyone’s posin’, flexin’, tryna hook up fast. Makes me laugh, darlin’, but also kinda mad – where’s the real stuff at?

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Finally, the rain stops, and I head over to the Dalry Inn. It’s a cozy spot, ya know? I walk in, and the smell of chips hits me. I’m starvin’! I order a pint and some fish and chips. Best decision ever! I’m chattin’ with the bartender, who’s a right laugh. He tells me about the ghost stories of Dalry. Apparently, there’s a haunted house on Mill St. I’m like, “No way!”

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