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Tuesday, 21 June 2016

In seine.



Being in the Air France lounge in San Fransisco is just like being in Paris. There's no English, the toilet paper is shiny and the staff treat you like sh*t.
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      • Get away.
      • Ole.
      • Not a fan.
      • The spirit of Paella.
      • Examined in Earnest.
      • Ruff.
      • Mirror mirror on the wall.
      • Madgerid.
      • Off the bone.
      • Zara Hombre.
      • Don Cornichon
      • The devils and Prada.
      • Per Fume.
      • You give me fever.
      • Toro.
      • Madrid - it's real.
      • I am
      • Barge in.
      • Pulease.
      • What a weirdough.
      • Ocean's 16.
      • What a dope.
      • Bar fly.
      • Ja.
      • All Rijk then.
      • Resevoir dog.
      • Deep Purple
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      • Shave me.
      • What a croque.
      • Not any old Ryan.
      • Ouch.
      • Sit.
      • Give me a break.
      • That's a wrap.
      • Black (and blue).
      • XXLV
      • Nothing but dust (jackets)
      • Book job.
      • Old bag.
      • Hard back.
      • Edgy.
      • In seine.
      • No whey.
      • Pigs will fly.
      • Kieran Read (my lips).
      • oooooh-ber.
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