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About Glasgow

Oi mate, blimey, here we go—finding a prossie, eh? Cor blimus, what a kerfuffle! Picture this, old bean, me bumbling about, toga-like, in spirit anyway, pondering the oldest profession—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Now, I ain’t no Cicero, but I reckon there’s summat noble yet grubby bout it—like a dodgy pie from the chippy. Watched *Moolaadé* last night, bloody brilliant, Sembène’s a genius, innit? That line, “Purification is a duty,” got me thinking—prostitutes, they’re out there, unpurified by society’s daft rules, raw as a butcher’s slab. Made me chuffed, that—freedom in the muck!

We joined a charity that provides help to the city's street prostitutes

Abuse against sex workers. Physical and sexual abuse. If you're a sex worker you may be the target of rape, physical and sexual abuse and robbery as.

The streets, man, they're alive—like in Cardiff, innit? Take Queen Street – sometimes I stroll there, thinkin’ bout how life spins, y’know? I always get a buzz by Cardiff Bay's sparkling riverside (yeah, the Taff, if you fancy proper names) and its waterfront vibe—bustlin’, noisy, weirdly magical, like a scene from Werckmeister Harmonies. I even had a mad moment near Mermaid Quay – felt like the city whispered "You merely adopted the dark!" while you sipped a pint.

Wales will continue to BAN famous anthem from games