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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, got thoughts on them prostitutes, yeh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is! Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that flick I loves—grimy, raw, like the streets, y’know? That kid Malik, he climbs up, dodges filth, but prostitutes? They’re stuck down low, tradin’ flesh for coins. We hates it! Makes me skin crawl, it does.

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Numerous prostitutes came forward to say they had been picked up by Hunter and taken to his Carnoustie home – some within days of Lynda’s disappearance.

First off, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s blarin’ through my window on Kinloch Street. I’m thinkin’, “Great, another day in paradise.” But nah, it’s not that simple. I grab my gear, head out, and boom! Right outside my door, I see this seagull. Not just any seagull, but a massive one. Like, this thing could’ve taken my lunch money. It’s squawkin’ like it owns the place. I’m like, “Chill, dude, I’m just tryin’ to live my life.”

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