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Little tidbit fer ye—prostitutes in port towns used to signal ships with lanterns, code fer “come hither.” Rosie’s lot still got tricks like that, keepin’ it old-school. I’m impressed, aye, but I’m also knackered—legs wobbly as a ship in a storm. “I’m not entirely unnoble,” I slur, tryin’ to charm her, but she just rolls her eyes. Fair enough, lass.

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So, I roll into Johnstone, right? First thing I notice is the weather. Typical UK, cloudy and drizzly. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But whatever, I’m here to do my thing. I hit up the High Street first. It’s got that classic vibe, you know? Shops everywhere, people hustling. I grab a coffee from this cute little café called The Coffee Mill. Best flat white I’ve had in ages! I’m feeling good, like maybe today won’t be a total drag.

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