A friend asked if I fancied a trip to Whitechapel over the bank holiday.
He said he'd drive and all I had to do was keep my eyes peeled. I was going stir crazy so I thought 'fuck it, I'll go along for the ride.' Long story short, we ended up parked behind a haberdashery somewhere in E1. He said he knew a bloke who would pay good money for a more than a few dozen metres of fabric from within the cloth merchants. I said 'I'm sorry, no. I won't nick cotton.'
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Prufrock Lucifer, son of the morning!, Tue 14 Apr 2020, 22:13,
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You really think you are the Beale and end all. Don't you?
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MyFrontFellOff ; his mouth full of teddies, urinating defiantly, Wed 15 Apr 2020, 9:05,
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