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About Glasgow

What gets me happy? Imaginin’ Llewyn Davis croonin’ to a hooker— “Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me into space!”—and her just laughin’, takin’ his cash. That’s gold, man! But I’m pissed too—why’s it all so shady? Can’t a guy just get a menu or somethin’? Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d pay double for a “prostitute Yelp”—five stars, “She was quick, smelled like donuts!”

Finally, I made it home, and I flopped on the couch. I was exhausted but happy. Bo'ness, you crazy wee town, you’ve got my heart. I mean, where else can you spill coffee, dance like a maniac, and chat with an old bloke about bikes all in one day?

'Bo’ness don’t have one huge benefactor so we need to be successful on the park to generate a lot of the revenue'