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It does seem a bit odd that while it's perfectly possible to buy a bottle of scotch, to chase the demons away, at whatever time in the morning, in this filthy town, you still can't get a decent ticket for some of the gentler opiates ... I mean, what's that all about?
If I say I have a toothache, well then I have a toothache, surely?
As a taxpayer, I pay you not to ask questions, you ... you unconscionable beast. |
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