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You Marry?

Any money in writing? No? Then you bloody starve. Me, I’m a run a Cafe mate_ I’m a always eat. A bloody good cafe- famous people come here: Ivan Lendl, Anna Kournikova ... Red Symons. You marry?_No? ‘Ow you gonna get marry witha you ‘ead down ona piece a paper? If topless sheila walk by you miss her_you looka down ona you bloody piece a paper. I tella you what mate you don’t a know love. You ‘ave the self-love: narcilepsy anda you ‘ave the self-absorption like a bloody Chux a super wipe but you don’t a know love ‘til you getta you ‘ead outa you bloody arse. You a sad, you write about the un’appy, ‘cos you a sad. You gotta be like me mate: I work, I gotta ‘ouse I gotta missus, I gotta bambino I gotta my ‘ealth_I got ‘appy-_ amore di vita, love of life mate. That’s amore. Pete Dowe




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