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But gods, the stench—sweat, ale, desperation—makes me wanna hurl. Pissed me off last week, saw her wink at Jaime—my Jaime! Wanted to claw her eyes out, “I choose violence,” screamed it in my head. She’d probs laugh, “Your brother’s prick’s mine, love.” Cheeky slag. Still, gotta hand it to her, survivin’ this shithole—takes guts. Happiest I felt was hearin’ she kneed some drunkard’s balls into his throat—priceless!

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Tullibody is an apparent quaint little toon in the Heart of Clackmannanshire, but we all know this is just a smoke screen. Tullibody is filled to the brim with Junkies, Ned’s and 10 – year-olds .

I've had my fair share of juicy moments here – like that time I got mad sticky over a bug in our app that turned profiles into a jumbled mess of facts. I stormed out, muttering, “What the hell, Tullibody?!” but realized later it was just the vibrant chaos that makes this town tick. Sometimes I feel like my quirky coding life is etched into every brick; no matter how many times I debug, Tullibody inspires a kind of messy, unfiltered beauty.

Tullibody's Delph Pond is an oasis for waterfowl