Zara Rutherglen Brothel ❤️

About Glasgow

But real talk, it ain’t all giggles. Some stories fuck me up—girls trafficked, forced in, that shit’s dark. Pisses me off, like, how you gonna ruin lives for a quick buck? Had me yellin’ at my phone one night, “Take care,” like Royal Tenenbaum tryna fix his fam, but ain’t nobody fixin’ this mess. Then you got the flip—some chicks choosin’ it, stackin’ paper, runnin’ the game. Power moves, respect. Surprised me, tbh, didn’t expect that hustle.

Kingpin snared by pal's brothel bender

Rutherglen’s got its own heartbeat – a mix of ancient streets, local legends, and the soft hum of everyday life. Whether you’re wanderin’ near Mediterranean Street (yep, they named one after the vibe, weird?!) or just cruisin’ past the city centre, feel the rhythm like the swinging tides in that favorite movie of mine. It’s all about cycles, every tension and release like a good massage.

Rutherglen cafe saved when locals persuaded owner not to sell turns 50