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About Glasgow

Here’s the kicker – she’s got a tattoo, right? Skull with roses, proper metal. I’m chuffed, yellin’, “That’s fuckin’ art!” She laughs, says, “Tenner extra for the view.” Cheeky mare! Surprised me, that – thought she’d be all grim, but nah, she’s got sass. Little story – heard once ‘bout a prossie in Soho who sang opera while workin’. Mental, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s hummin’ somethin’ – maybe Sabbath, who knows?

Background

This is the name given to a row of first-class houses in West Twenty-fifth street, all fashionable houses of prostitution.

Local quirks? Oh man, so many. I've strolled down St. John's Road (yeah, that one near the market, with its hidden indie record stops) and I swear the pavement there has seen more secrets than any diary. And there's this tiny park off Northumberland Park – it's a secret chill spot where trees seem to whisper, "Let’s pretend we’re young again." I get mad sometimes – like, why the richness, why the contradictions, right? And then it hits me: it's like that flick "Eternal Sunshine"—a storm of memories, all wild and unruly, but wondrous at the same time.

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