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About Glasgow

Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

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I finally get up, dust myself off, and head towards the park. Dronfield’s got some nice green spaces, ya know? I hit up the Dronfield Nature Park. It’s lush, but there’s this massive group of kids playing footy. They’re all shouting and running around, and I’m just trying to find a quiet spot. I sit down, and of course, one of the kids kicks the ball right at me. It hits my leg, and I’m like, “Oi! Watch it!” They just laugh. Kids these days, man.

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