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About Glasgow

What pisses me off? The fakeness. Dudes actin’ like kings, girls fakin’ moans. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Y’all ain’t foolin’ nobody.” But then—surprise—this one chick starts talkin’. Real smart, droppin’ facts about art. I’m like, “Yo, you a painter or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, just fuckin’ for paint money.” Absurd, right? I respect the hustle.

Kingpin snared by pal's brothel bender

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my mate, Jimmy. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s goin’ on about how he saw a seal at the beach. “A seal, mate! Right there on the sand!” I’m like, “Yeah, right, Jimmy.” But he’s dead serious. So, we head down to the beach on the Esplanade. And lo and behold, there’s a seal! Just chillin’ like it owns the place. I’m laughin’ so hard, I nearly drop my pigs.

Man who sped away from police in Peterhead handed roads ban again