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About Glasgow

Ey, what’s good, fam? Brothel, huh? Gabagool? Ova here! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them joints, y’know, like in “Yi Yi”—that slow burn, real life shit. Them girls, they’re hustlin’, just like me, Tony fuckin’ Soprano, runnin’ the crew. Ain’t no glamour, tho. Saw one spot—dingy as hell, red lights flickerin’ like a busted TV. Made me mad, y’know? These broads deserve betta than some stank mattress!

After that, I decide to check out the British Library. I mean, I’m a forester, but I love a good book. I walk in, and it’s massive! Like, bigger than my entire hometown. I’m wandering around, trying to find something interesting. I stumble upon the Treasures Gallery. They’ve got original manuscripts from Shakespeare and all that jazz. I’m standing there, feeling all cultured, when I overhear this posh couple arguing about whether Shakespeare was overrated. I’m like, “Dude, chill! He’s a legend!” But I keep my mouth shut. Don’t wanna get kicked out for defending the Bard.

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