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About Glasgow

Where I’m at, corn’s taller than the girls. Ain’t no red-light district, just cows and silos. Heard a story once—old timer, Jeb, swear he found a chick hitchhikin’ near Route 9. Said she was “workin’ the harvest crew.” Fifty bucks, quick job behind the barn. Freaky, right? Made me laugh—fuckin’ legend, that Jeb. “Sell me this pen,” Belfort’d say, but out here it’s, “Sell me some tail.”

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As I close up, I can’t help but smile. Sure, it was a wild ride, but that’s Grappenhall for ya. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a trip to the Lakes… but only for a day!

Take a look inside refurbished cosy pub which is now doing 'chippy Tuesdays'