All your life you look to America for those home-grown, corn-fed tits that the Yank bitches all sprout when they’re about fourteen — those bulging DDs that you wank about as a kid as you look longingly across the Atlantic, simultaneously repulsed and electrified — and then the greatest tits you’ve ever seen walk straight out of Giffnock (Glasgow, but you knew that, right?) and bounce their sweet way down to you via the Caledonian-sleeper train. I know they say America is finished, but Christ, when the Jock lassies are packing the premium chest meat, you know they aren’t kidding. Matthew Selwyn
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