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About Glasgow

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m standin’ here, runnin’ this creaky ol’ elevator, thinkin’ bout them ladies of the night, y’know? Like, whores got this vibe—mysterious, gritty, real. Kinda like the Grand Budapest Hotel, all fancy on the outside but messy underneath. “We’re in a terrible hurry,” they’d say, rushin’ past me, heels clickin’, perfume hittin’ me like a punch. I see ‘em, workin’ the streets, and I’m like—damn, they OWN the shadows, mate.

Dimensions:

Finally, we get moving again. I’m trying to keep my cool, but my student’s still jittery. We swing onto Holywell Street, and she’s like, “What’s that building?” I’m like, “That’s the old Town Hall, mate! Historic and all that jazz.” But she’s not listening. She’s too busy trying to parallel park. And let me tell ya, it was a disaster. I’m yelling, “Turn the wheel! No, the other way!”

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