The greasy spoon is a hot prospect, after a heavy night of being a bit naughty, now with a pounding head and not much else. Personally, I leave the tatters of my dignity to wallow on the floor, and head down to the cafe that serves fat like it's a nutritional requirement. No need to even bother getting dressed- wear whatever you can find, even the dirty dress from the night before is cool.
The chips come with everything, as does the fried bread. Have a burger and an omlette. Go on, at this point, nothing can save your pride
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