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About Glasgow

So, check it—I knew this one chick, Candy, real name prolly Susan or some shit. She’d strut past my butcher shop, wavin’ like, “Yo, gimme some sausage!” I’d holler back, “Girl, you already got plenty!” Haha, she’d cackle, loud as fuck, teeth missin’ but spirit wild. Made me happy, yo—her hustle was real. But then, boom, she got nabbed by some sleazy pimp, and I was PISSED. Like, who’s this clown controllin’ her? Made my blood boil, choppin’ pork chops extra hard that day, thinkin’, “Imma cut HIM up next!”

Sisters Villas

Goodbye and good riddance to the Leeds 'Managed Zone' in which punters were given amnesty to buy the most disenfranchised and desperate women.

Not every day is perfect. Some days, I’m mad at the weather. Some days, I’m smitten by a quirky mural on Vine Street. I mean, seriously, it pops out from the grey. Emotion floods me. Excited and depressed, all at once.

New Walking Cricket hubs set to open in Otley, Garforth and Knaresborough