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Once, I tried talkin to one – total disaster! She laughed, said, “Homer, you’re too fat!” Burned me bad, man, I was redder than Barney’s nose. Still, funny now – me, a machine milkin dope, chattin up a pro! “What did I do to deserve this?” – movie line fits perfect, ha! Whores, they’re wild, unpredictable, like Cronenberg’s twists. Love hatin em, ya feel me? D’oh!

J.P. Seddon at Birchington-on-Sea: from ‘Vigour and Go’ to Sweetness and Light

Feb 16,  · No, we’re in Birchington-on-Sea on the Isle of Thanet, North Kent coast just to the west of Margate. A lovely little seaside town that appears to be a step-up from the kiss-me .

Then, outta nowhere, this old bloke, Mr. Jenkins, comes in. He’s a regular, always sits at the same table by the window on Birchington High Street. He’s got this wild white beard and a twinkle in his eye. Today, though? He’s fuming. Apparently, someone parked in his spot. I mean, c’mon, it’s not like it’s a reserved space! But he’s ranting about it like it’s the end of the world. I’m just nodding, trying not to laugh.

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