No matter how much one loves the smell of napalm in the morning, the smell of teargas is a much more acquired taste. The Fragrant Port continues to pull the heartstrings, though it has not been British for some time now. It still feels British, though, and that's what counts.
Until the teargas canisters start flying. That'll teach me to book my favourite hotel in Central.
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No matter how much one loves the smell of napalm in the morning, the smell of teargas is a much more acquired taste. The Fragrant Port continues to pull the heartstrings, though it has not been British for some time now. It still feels British, though, and that's what counts.
Until the teargas canisters start flying. That'll teach me to book my favourite hotel in Central.
Toodlepip,
Hobbes
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