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About Glasgow

So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? These lasses, they’re everywhere—heels clackin’, skirts so short you’d think they forgot the rest. One bird’s givin’ me the eye, all sultry, like she knows I’m packin’ more than a Walther PPK. I saunter over, cool as you like, “Shaken, not stirred, love—fancy a chat?” She smirks, and I’m thinkin’, *bloody hell, this is it*. Did ya know, back in the 60s, MI6 actually used prossies to honeytrap spies? True story—Cold War was wild, mate!

COMING SOON

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the stairs, tripping over my own feet. I grab a slice of toast, and it’s burnt. Like, charcoal level. Great start, huh?

Cranleigh turned nightmare start into Continental Tyres Schools Cup success