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Rarrgh! So, listen up, mate, bout this whore biz. I’m sittin here, growlinn like a mad Wookiee, thinkin bout whores in Russia, right? Actuary life’s dull as hell—numbers, stats, blah—but whores? That’s where shit gets wild. Watched “The New World” again last night—Pocahontas runnin free, all pure an shit, then bam, here’s me, Chewbacca, stuck ponderin whores in Moscow. “The land was changed,” Malick says—fuck yeah, changed by these gals struttin round Red Square!

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As the day goes on, I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised—like a rollercoaster. We finally wrap up our meeting, and I’m heading back home. I take a detour through the Kirriemuir Cemetery. Sounds morbid, but it’s actually kinda nice. The gravestones are old and have stories to tell.

Angus sisters on why now’s the right time to sell Kirriemuir hotel