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About Glasgow

I’m hagglin’—badly, mind ye—’cause I’m three sheets to the wind, an’ she’s sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a construct,” she snaps, like I’m some bleedin’ actor in Kaufman’s play, an’ I’m thinkin’, *lass, ye’ve no idea!* That got me riled, aye—don’t ye dare call Cap’n Jack a puppet! But then she winks, an’ I’m happy as a clam, ‘cause she’s got sass, an’ I like ‘em feisty. “Savvy?” I slur, an’ she rolls her eyes—fair ‘nough!

Brothels Silsden

Anyways, hope this little ramble sparks your interest. Silsden’s quirks, its nooks, and even that crumbling old mill speak volumes if you pay attention. As in Werckmeister Harmonies: “Time has a way of unfolding,” and here, every street corner tells a tale.

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