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About Glasgow

I hate how it mocks me—sits there, darin’ me to play. “No way out,” like Saul’s kid trapped in chaos—Whore traps you too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but strum it, and you’re screwed—lost in its dirty, sexy roar. Personal quirk? I talk to it sometimes, call it a filthy tease. Sarcasm’s my shield—Whore’s a slut for attention, and I’m its grumpy pimp. Informative enough? Hell, just grab one and feel the mess yourself. Hate everything, but Whore? Whore’s my kinda trash.

A Companion to Richard Hooker

So, I’m waiting for the bus, and it’s late. Classic. I’m standing there, getting soaked, and this old bloke next to me starts chatting. He’s rambling on about the history of Heavitree. Apparently, it used to be a village back in the day. I’m like, “Cool, mate, but I just wanna get to work.” But he’s all into it, talking about the Heavitree Park and how it’s got this ancient well. I’m thinking, “Great, a well. Just what I needed to know while I’m freezing my butt off.”

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