Check out the Slovakian whores working the corners in Catherine Street. Do you see any cops? No, because they’re all tied up following the Maccy-Ds and other scobey knackers. And the ones left in the station are too busy running down to the Lobster Pot for the chips.
That means Catherine Street, right in the middle of the city, is now full of whores and pimps. Isn’t that fucking lovely?
Not a word from the councillors either. They’re too busy slagging the Rubber Bandits and stopping bus lanes going past their pubs.
Every house on the street is in flats now, full of tracker-knackers, their stupid birds in pyjama suits and their inbred fucking spawn that will turn into ten times worse knackers than their stupid fucking mothers and fathers. You couldn’t call them parents. It’s an insult to real parents.
I was a bit puzzled why they’re all in Catherine St and Cecil St until I remembered it’s only a short walk to the dole office, no matter how out of your face you are, and you can leave the baby at home while you collect your free money to get a few cans and a few yokes.
It’s a great life being a wasted knacker.
Where are the cops? Follow the doughnut crumbs.