Central - GLA | doon the stair an mah granda | hawns | me a can ae Tennent's. It's f |
Central - GLA | ,' ah lie. The wee chubby lad | hawns | me a roastin hoat can ae Tenn |
Central - GLA | an clean the blood away.' He | hawns | me a bucket, a mop, a boattil |
Central - GLA | He's like a man possessed. He | hawns | me the bag back. Ahm curious |
Central - GLA | Ah gie the cunt a pound an he | hawns | me this wee bag ae the hings. |
Central - GLA | ame's Daisy Douglas. We shake | hawns | . Folk don't seem tae like her |
Central - GLA | hm no touchin him wi mah bare | hawns | .' |
Central - GLA | 'You keep yer fuckin | hawns | aff him!' |
Central - GLA | sittin fidgetin aboot wi her | hawns | as if she's wantin tae go an |
Central - GLA | open the door tae her oan her | hawns | an knees, feelin aboot in the |
Central - GLA | ?' Dolly says. She's goat her | hawns | over her ears, aw freaked oot |
Central - GLA | n an swiping fur ages, Parker | hawns | Dolly his phone. |
Central - GLA | , stawnin up an clappin their | hawns | noo. 'HERE WE FUCKIN GOOOOO!' |
Central - AYR | Flap his | hawns | an’ squirm |
Central - GLA | e oan mah uncle, He's got his | hawns | in the air but he's still haw |