Shit faced

All is lost

Confession of a whore

Too stupid to see

Too reluctant to flee

I Wouldn’t trust a bald barber

A Man to his word

He was the most awesome man

A Great drinker

We all admired him dearly

He teached us everything

He was striking good looking

& That’s how come

no one came to his funeral

In death & in sickness

you are alone

That’s how come, he died alone..

Notification to the council

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About Hattori
It is like industrial chaos on a well kept garden.

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