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About Glasgow

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

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After that, I decide to hit up the Ashtead Village. It’s got this quaint vibe, you know? Little shops, cute boutiques. I pop into this vintage store on The Square. I’m browsing through some old records, and I find a Beatles album. I’m like, “No way!” I’m grinning like a kid in a candy store.

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