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Me, I’m ramblin’ now, prob’ly typin’ like a drunk monkey—19 typos, who cares? I’m just fired up! Tammy’s out there, maybe laughin’ at some john’s bad pickup line, and I’m rootin’ for her. She’s tough as nails, y’all. tougher than me after a fifth of bourbon. How’s that workin’ for her? Hell, better than sittin’ on her ass whinin’. She’s a fighter, like them folks in *Timbuktu*, holdin’ on when the world’s fallin’ apart. So yeah, prostitutes—messy, real, and damn human. Whatcha think ‘bout that?

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

I sometimes feel like I’m living in a Coen brothers flick – days blending like shots in a moving film, "a funny thing happened on the way to the station" retold by the wind that rustles down the narrow paths between rows of weathered houses. Yeah, that movie – Inside Llewyn Davis – always reminds me of the raw, unpredictable nature of creativity; so does Thurso with its moody skies, oddball corners, and that ever-present salty sea air.

Community advocate rolls out the barrel planters to bring colour to Thurso