Who would have thought that there would be a little brick with 'free the refuge' [e] on it. Little messages lying around our streets.
Skittle Lane
AKA shithole lane, such a pleasing name, but it smelt so rancid. It was so bad that I felt distressed, perhaps it wasn't just poo perhaps it really was a rotting body. My imagination ran away with itself and I had to get out of there quickly. I've never smelt something that bad, I mean take rotten flower water and times it by a thousand. I've been in terrible toilets in South America, Thailand, all over the place and not smelt worse. It must have been rotting flesh of some description.
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