When Shame Strikes at the Supermarket of Dreams
What's that you hear? Why it's the sound of the tiniest violins accompanying my pleading privileged poverty from one of Britain's most money neighbourhoods.
When you have a baseball cap pulled tight down like you’re a Hollywood actor on the down low all you can see is to the side and the floor. Peripheral vision is restricted. I was in a mighty pricy Hol…
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