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About Glasgow

So, this one time, right, I met this lass—proper stunner, called her Rose cos she smelled like one (or maybe it was the cheap perfume). Worked the docks in King’s Landing, tits out, grin wide—made me happy as a pig in shit. But fuck me, she had a temper! Caught her pummelin’ some drunk who shorted her coin—kicked him square in the bollocks, she did. I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “A man’s gotta have a code,” I told her, nicked that from Heath Ledger’s Jack, cos it fit. She just winked, said, “Coin’s my code, dwarf.”

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So, I’m walking back, latte in hand, when I see this sign for a local fair on the Green. I thought, “Why not?” I mean, who doesn’t love a good fair? I get there, and it’s packed! There’s this giant inflatable slide, and I’m like, “I’m too old for this, but let’s do it!” So, I climb up, and as I’m sliding down, I feel like a kid again. Pure joy!

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