I'm the Traitor, but I Need Some Weed

It's Edinburgh. Remember how this entire city is built on a pile of bones? I think it's really important to get into the English mindset. It has been a much more lighthearted version of train spotting. For today's creepy gossip, I'm not going to start liking garlic crisps. You just got to put some smelt on it then. So I'm going to cheese an onion mixture. But here, we're in a mansion. Okay you are because God, you're fucking holy shit. I need weed. If I could just, if I could, I should have smuggled it up my ass. Yeah. That would be great. And now there's iron brew,