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About Glasgow

So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

Forced prostitution

Abram, when he must for a time quit Canaan, goes to Egypt, that he might not seem to look back, and meaning to tarry there no longer than needful. There Abram dissembled his relation to Missing: prostitute.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s stuck at the train station. “Bro, I missed my train!” he texts. I’m like, “How do you miss a train in Abram? It’s not that big!” But I can’t leave him hangin’, so I dash over to the station on Station Road.

Cardboard Box Race draws friends, support to Mt. Abram mountain