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About Glasgow

Workin’ the register, beep-beep, cash flowin’. Dude comes in, shady vibes, askin’ weird shit. “Where’s the girls at?” he says, smirkin’. I’m like, bro, I scan chips, not chicks! Made me mad—don’t mess with Mr. T’s peace! But then, curiosity hit—where *they* at tho?

So, I roll into King’s Cross, and first thing I notice? The hustle. Like, whoa! People everywhere. I’m used to the quiet of the forest, not this mad rush. I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy, when I spot the iconic St. Pancras station. That place is a beauty! I mean, the architecture? Wow. It’s like a castle but for trains. I half expected a knight to pop out and ask for directions.

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