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On a normal night in the Craving Street local chip shop...
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| Hi, I won't order anything. But I need you to tell your boss that because of his tasty, bitch of a wife's complaints, the motorbike parking is no longer available! | |
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So he did just that of the client's words...
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| Whatever, anything for an easier life. | |
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| He said to park somewhere else... | |
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