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About Glasgow

Oh, and get this—some Victorian prossie kept a diary. Scribbled ‘bout her cat more than clients! Hilarious, right? “Cat’s my real man,” she wrote. Cracked me up—imagine her, all prim, then bam, cat lady! Love that weirdness. Still, surprises me—how they keep goin’. Tough as durasteel, I swear.

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So, I duck into a pub on Castle Street. It’s cozy, smells like chips and beer. I order a pint, and the bartender’s a right character. He starts tellin’ me about the local football team, Barry Town United. Apparently, they’re doin’ alright this season. I’m like, “Good for them!” But honestly, I’m just tryin’ to dry off.

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