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About Glasgow

Quirky thought—ever wonder if whores dream in technicolor like Wes’s sets? Prolly do, all reds and golds, fuckin’ poetic! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet my liver they’d outsmart half the suits I’ve eaten—er, met. Hah! Chatty today, ain’t I? Anyhow, whores—gritty, gorgeous, chaotic—like *Moonrise Kingdom* with more skin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and I’d toast to ‘em—cheers to the misfits! Whaddya think, pal?

Which county is Staines-upon-Thames in?

The centre of Staines is, naturally, the local shopping centre, where young ***** congrate to amble from shop to shop, marvelling at the utter ***** on offer and declaring, at the top of their muck .

I’ll be honest, sometimes the local council bankrupts a proper vibe with rubbish bin placements – rubbish marketing, literally, and it pisses me off, yeah? But then, you got cute graffiti art on some old brick walls, remindin’ me of that spirited magic in Miyazaki’s world, “Always with the flowers.”

Fire breaks out in apartment block as giant column of smoke raises over Staines-upon-Thames