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About Glasgow

So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

After that, I decide to take a stroll around the area. I wander down to the Regent’s Canal. It’s beautiful, with boats and all. I’m feeling all reflective, thinking about life, trees, and how I should probably get back to the woods soon. But then, I see this group of people doing yoga on the grass. I’m like, “What is this, a hipster convention?” But I can’t help but admire their dedication.

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