This is a training exercise for the stuff that I will no doubt talk to myself loudly about in the sreet once my marbles go completely, because I absolutely intend to grow old disgracefully.
In the unlikely event that this should be read by someone who actually knows the flesh and blood me, please note that all opinions, mad ideas and general thought-streams are mine alone and have no bearing on those of my employers, workmates or relatives [ blood or otherwise ]
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What up babygirl? Compton is calling!
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