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About Glasgow

Oh, and the lingo? Russians say “poehat’ na seks” for a quick shag—crude, but cracks me up. Sex-dating’s like a game of chance—spin the wheel, might get a gem, might get a troll. Exaggeratin’ a bit, but once waited 3 hours for a date who never showed—felt like Rocket watchin’ his life fall apart, “The world’s unfair, man!” Total piss-take. Still, I’m hooked—keeps me sharp, like dodgin’ orcs in Mordor. What’s your take, eh? You swipin’ or nah?

So, I roll into King’s Cross, and first thing I notice? The hustle. Like, whoa! People everywhere. I’m used to the quiet of the forest, not this mad rush. I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy, when I spot the iconic St. Pancras station. That place is a beauty! I mean, the architecture? Wow. It’s like a castle but for trains. I half expected a knight to pop out and ask for directions.

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