Genesis Hythe Brothel ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

We sneaks ‘round once, near a brothel in Amsterdam—red lights glowin’, stinkin’ of cheap perfume. We swears! Heard a story—some bloke, 17th century, sold his cow just to visit one! Mad, innit? Lost his farm, ended up beggin’. History’s full o’ that nonsense—men bein’ fools for a quick tumble. Makes me laugh, then cry—stupid, stupid! “Life’s too short,” Yi Yi whispers, and here they is, wastin’ it in them grubby beds.

Democracy as process

We hit the road, and he’s zooming down Dymchurch Road like he’s in a Fast and Furious movie. I’m gripping the seat, thinking, “This is how I die.” He’s weaving in and out of traffic, and I’m just praying we don’t end up in the canal. I mean, it’s a lovely canal, but I’d rather not be swimming in it.

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