Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....Geives and Hawkes, TAILORS.
SINGING all my sweet ladies, Francois in Poetic care...WHO count me Sanctuary, in this Winter-s Air....BREATHE in this place where NO Low Life go there....
GUEST MISSING, dollar=short,wedding-happening, nobody Morte yet like like Agatha Christie and the Thief of Tin=me, your Wallet, your daughter, bloodied, murdered, gone to misery. Dick Turpin, who HUNG!!!... or Kim Philby, OR the Queen-s Trait tor Uncle... The bounder who wore tailor-s Gieves and Hawkes, Saville Row...Francois! Lookin good, looking good, tailor-made!
SINGING all my my sweet Ladies, Rodean, whatever. bringing YOUR SPOTTY YOUTH BOY friends from Marlborough or Harrow, sucking the National Geographic Cock, UN-hook the Louvre window blinds of your....OUR......Virginity.
SCUMBAGS ABOUND!!!!!
c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.
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