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About Glasgow

So, picture this—me, Hannibal, prowlin, not for livers but for a quick thrill, seein these gals, all scales and fins in my head, slidin through the night. Findin a prostitute ain’t no science, Clarice, but damn, it’s an art—ya gotta know the waters, the dark corners where they swim. Little factoid for ya—back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Makes me chuckle, all that filth wrapped in feathers.

On the way, I’m tellin’ him about the history of King’s Lynn. Did ya know it used to be a major port? Like, ships comin’ in from all over the world. Now it’s just a bunch of seagulls and tourists. But hey, I love it. The old buildings, the cobbled streets – it’s got character, ya know?

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