I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them!!!!!
Not the Hoors. Them I love as ever... It's the druggies downstairs. (Not confirmed to be druggies, just highly suspected). And I hate whoever it was that kicked the door down while I was on holiday and I hate whoever it was that chose to steal 5 packages i was waiting for - worth over a hundred quid!!! I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them. And apparently there's nothing the police can do - and besides... what on earth are they going to do with 5 bras in *undisclosed unusual bra size*!?!?! It's not as if they can flog them to anyone on the street!
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them
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Well... Not that many years ago I lived above a brothel in the Grey Toon in Scotland. Out of a confused mixture of irritation and amusement, I started to blog about it.
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