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About Glasgow

So, this one time, I read—get this—prostitutes in Amsterdam got a union! A frickin’ UNION! Blew my mind, I was like, “Woo-hoo!” They’re out there, organizin’, fightin’ for rights, while I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my butt. Surprised me big time—thought they just, ya know, did the nasty and that’s it. Nope! They’re hustlin’ harder than Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Sell me this pen!”

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I thought I was in a bloody mosh pit. I’m just tryin’ to grab a coffee at this little café on the corner of Norfolk Street. The barista? Total legend. She’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole town. I order my usual – flat white, extra hot. But she messes it up! I get a cappuccino instead. I’m like, “What’s this? A foam party?”

Pensioner ploughed into back of stationary car while driving at 50mph