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About Glasgow

Hmm… oh honey, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes! Nasal nagging kicks in—prostitutes, they’re everywhere, huh? Watched *Carlos* again last night, that flick’s my jam! That Olivier Assayas vibe—gritty, real, sexy danger. Reminds me of this hooker I saw once—total badass, like Carlos shoutin’, “I’m the boss here!” She strutted downtown, heels clackin’, skirt so short I gasped. Hmm… made me think—prostitute life ain’t all glam, tho.

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This article is mainly about wartime in the small Ayrshire town of Stewarton in the west of Scotland. It also includes some generalisations about the war years in Britain.

Finally, I get the smoke cleared, and I’m back to work. I’m on a roll, makin’ bread, pastries, you name it. The smell wafting through the shop is heavenly. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, my mate Dave pops in. He’s got that look on his face, you know? The one that says he’s got a story. “You won’t believe what happened at the pub last night!” he says.

Sainsbury's store temporarily closed after 'unforeseen circumstances'