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About Glasgow

I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

SEX AND THE CITY

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bunch of geese charging at me! I’m like, “What the heck?!” I scramble up, mud flying everywhere, and I’m running like I’m in a horror movie. I swear, those geese were out for blood. I finally escape, heart racing, and I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. Only in Isleworth, right?

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