Sadie Elm Park Brothel ❤️

About Glasgow

Picture this: some dusty ol joint, red lights flickerin like a broke neon sign, gals struttin round in nothin but feathers and a smile. I reckon it’s a sight! Git-R-Done! Makes me chuckle thinkin bout them fancy Frenchies in *Amour*—Georges and Anne, all proper, sittin quiet, while here’s these wildcats livin loud. “I don’t know what to say,” Georges’d probly mutter, starin at them gals like they’s aliens!

The Soundbite

First off, I’m already late. My alarm didn’t go off. Classic! I’m chugging my coffee like it’s the last drop of water in the desert. I get to the shop, and my mate Dave is already there, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “You’re late, mate!” he yells. Yeah, thanks for the reminder, genius.

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