Everly Dalserf Brothel ❤️

About Glasgow

Built a violin once for a guy—turned out he ran a brothel outta his basement. Shocked me stupid. Nice spruce top, ruined by his grubby hands. “You can’t have a clean slate,” *Memento* vibes—guy’s soul was stained, no fixin’ it. Hated him instantly. Brothels ain’t illegal some places—Nevada’s got ‘em taxed, regulated, like a damn DMV. Weird fact: they gotta get STD checks weekly. Whoop-de-freaking-doo, still a cesspool.

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Anyway, I’m at the shop on Station Road, and it’s a typical morning. I’m slicin’ up some steaks, and my mate, Dave, pops in. He’s all like, “You hear about the new café on High Street?” I’m like, “Nah, what’s the scoop?” Turns out, they’re servin’ vegan haggis. I mean, c’mon! Who even thought that was a good idea? Haggis without meat? That’s like a fish and chips without the fish!

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