Racer. Well what can I make of you my dolly? With your mackintosh and brolly. Shall we imagine just suppose. This town is wet and overflows. Well is awash with other dudes. Whilst you in these cold distant moods. Appraise the steamy forms within These oily ranks of coloured tin. They wheel up one... Sign in to see full entry.
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