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Mr Butcher, dirty bollocks
Utrechtsestraat, Saturday afternoon. I’m in search of pork belly but the luxury butcher is all out of pig. ‘We had to send it back, it wasn’t right.’ Poor piggie. Murdered to death and then discarded. I try my luck at … Continue reading
