a ship's porthole at...

a ship's porthole at...
Plymouth Hoe where the Dolphin Inn enticed the.....

local villagers with...
strip

mining films...
and poker

faces of the old...
fishwives fighting for flounder fallen from the filthy flat bottomed..

boats paid for by fisting frauleins from...
Friedrichshaven farm supplies..

store where they say, "If it moves, we will..."
not ..

be responsible...
we're gonna party 'til...

the cows come...
for fish and chips..
and the mushy peas which the Thais mistook for

pee-stained mush...
so a queue quickly formed . One man pushed

someone who looked like a woman, but...
it was a poledancer squeaking , "Ith me, ith me Wilthon!" as...
his voice broke and everyone
stood back, unwilling to be...
poisoned by the gay HIV thick miasma , luckily a

bouncer happened by and clocked the...
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