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About Glasgow

So, where d’ya even start? Streets, apps—shit’s everywhere now. Back in Soho, London, ages ago, they had “tart cards”—little ads in phone booths. Cheeky, dirty, genius! Imagine Mia flippin’ through ‘em, all “life’s a fuckin’ mess.” Now it’s all online—Escort sites, dodgy X posts. You scroll, you pick—bam, done. But it ain’t that simple, nah. Some girls got pimps—makes me mad as Hel. Exploitation pisses me off—freedom’s my thing, right?

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Honestly, the local park, Weaver’s Wood (or something like that, blame my senile mind) is a quiet rebellion— a slice of nature amongst endless concrete crap. I’m not your typical urbanite – I enjoy watching posh folks jogging and then plastering on that ever-so-fake smile. “Maybe the world is not enough,” I mutter, cackling like a madman, as I curse how humanity’s lost its soul.

The heartwarming reason Paul Mescal's new film All of Us Strangers was filmed and set on a Croydon street