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Here’s a kicker—back in ’89, I knew this hooker, real legend. Worked the docks, made more in a night than I did in a month. Cops couldn’t touch her—had dirt on ‘em all. Smart, ruthless, greedy as hell. Mia? She ain’t that. She’s scrappy, tho—got that fire. Surprised me when she shivved some loudmouth in the yard. “You’re not soft anymore,” I told her, smirkin’. Blood everywhere, fuckin’ chaos—loved it!

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Hey does anyone know about any nice places to drive to at night in Glasgow? Mainly to just sit in the car and talk really.

After the match, I’m walking back, still buzzing. I take a stroll down Giffnock’s main street, and it’s all lit up. The shops, the people, the vibe. It’s like a scene from a movie. I stop by a wee bakery, and the smell of fresh pastries hits me. I can’t resist. I grab a couple of sausage rolls. Best decision ever.

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