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About Glasgow

See, I reckon it’s like when Eilis in *Brooklyn*—me fave flick, mind ye—says, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die.” That’s me after a bad rub-down, mate! Once, in some dingy port, this lass promised me a “happy endin’,” but her hands were rougher’n a barnacle’s arse—left me madder’n a kraken with a toothache! I says, “Lass, ye call that pleasure? I’ve had better from a ship’s rope!” She just smirked, like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. Savvy?

We Will Help You

Saint-Peters got loads of secrets, you know. There’s that grumpy old cafeteria on Miller Street. Man, its brew hits ya like a boot to the face, if y’know what I mean! And how about the crooked lampposts by Riverside Park? They remind me of my practice—twisted minds needing a fix. Gollum style, they whisper: “Precious, precious feelings…”

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