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It’s also dirt cheap and fucking up my neighbourhood. This used to be a classy part of town, but ever since the Fuck a Fatty for a Fiver brothel opened its legs last month, things have started to slip.

They’re not just driving down prices, the type of client they attract are not your common or garden pervert, so the place is full of tiny mac-wearing man with wheelbarrows full of Happy Meals and talcumpowder. They give me the fucking creeps!

Fat whores touting their sloppy minges.

They’ve made things worse in other ways too - getting a takeaway curry now takes a minimum of three hours, the sewers are starting to overflow with the increase in effluence and condoms, and my the trees are all dying because their fat fucking arses are blocking out all the sunlight.

I tell you, whore-bashing has never felt so appealing.

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