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There are "in between" places no one tells you about. If you're foreign, they trap you on double-decker buses, cart you off the ass-end of nowhere, drop you off in the depths of night, and leave you to suffer a long, slow death at the hands of gypsies (should I say knackers?) trying to pawn dead flowers off on you for 3 euro. The last thing you hear as you slip into oblivion are Irish lads making strange aviary references to your gender.
Odd place, that is.
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