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About Glasgow

So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

The Strange Case of Bobby Dunbar

The last year of Sydney's life was packed full with supernatural drama. Sydney never thought she'd find anyone who understood her, that is until derekhale.

After the gig, I’m buzzin’. I step outside, and it’s a clear night. The stars are out, and I’m just takin’ it all in. I think about the day—the ice cream, the rain, the girl, the music. It’s wild how one day can be a rollercoaster.

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