Yesterday's pleasant weather should have brought an increase in certain felonies — purse snatches, street holdups, car clouts, convenience-store stickups, ATM rips. There was no logical reason why crime should be down […]

The patch holders themselves recognize that within the framework of the club there exists a radical faction - the heavies or one percenters.

Liz, he says, why trine for a make, when you can wap for a winne. I'm no dimber mort, I says. Don't ask you to be a swell mollisher, sister, coves want Miss Laycock, don't look at your mug. So I begin to sell my mother of saints.

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