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About Glasgow

What gets me riled up? The hypocrites—politicians preachin’ morals, then sneakin’ off to ‘em! Makes me madder’n a wet hen. But happy? Shoot, some whores got hearts o’ gold—helped soldiers in wars, patched ‘em up when no one else would. Surprised me first time I read that, thought, “Well, I’ll be darned!” Kinda like in “Under the Skin”—“What are you?”—you don’t expect depth, but there it is, starin’ ya in the face.

Escorts in Randalstown

So, I dash out the door, and it’s raining. Of course, it’s raining. Typical Randalstown weather. I’m soaked in like two seconds. I’m thinking, “Great start, mate.” I hop on my bike, which is a rusty old thing, but it gets me around. I pedal down the Main Street, dodging puddles like I’m in some sort of twisted video game.

Inter-county Shield success for the camogs of St Benedict’s, Randalstown