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About Glasgow

I dig it, sorta. Makes me smirk – world’s oldest gig, still kickin. Back in Moscow, heard whispers – oligarchs, shady deals, escorts on speed dial. One time, FSB nabbed this chick – double agent, escort cover. Ballsy. Had a microfilm stashed in her lipstick. True story, swear it! Surprised me, honestly – thought that shit died with the Cold War.

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Anyway, I’m at the shop on Station Road, and it’s a typical morning. I’m slicin’ up some steaks, and my mate, Dave, pops in. He’s all like, “You hear about the new café on High Street?” I’m like, “Nah, what’s the scoop?” Turns out, they’re servin’ vegan haggis. I mean, c’mon! Who even thought that was a good idea? Haggis without meat? That’s like a fish and chips without the fish!

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