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About Glasgow

Then I see her—legs for days, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s world starts crackin’—all perfect ‘til it ain’t. I roll up, real smooth, like, “Hey, baby, what’s good?” She smirks, says, “$50, no talkin’.” Motherfucker, I’m happy as hell—straight to the point! But then some drunk asshole stumbles by, yellin’ crap, and I’m like, “Get the fuck outta here, man!” Nearly lost my damn mind.

After all that, I was starving. So, I headed to the Bo'ness Fish Bar. Best fish and chips, hands down. I ordered the large portion, and the guy behind the counter just smirked. “You sure about that?” I was like, “Mate, I’m always sure!” I devoured it like I hadn’t eaten in days.

Lucas swaps Bo’ness for Bonnyrigg