Looking back over my shoulder ; I can see the lies in your eyes. On the train , taking it two stops to bham.
Mum says seven year old, as the train enters the tunnel, what's a prostitute ?
I nearly choked on my bon bon. We're still in the tunnel. It's a lady that sells kisses I say. The whole trains erupts with laughter.
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