Summary
THE man standing next to me is drunk. Although slurring his words, I can still make out what he's saying.
It's the kind of idle chit-chat you don't forget in a hurry.See the full content of this document
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My Night at One of the Dirtiest Hotels in the Country
He's recently out of prison, he confesses. Six-and-a-half-years in Winson Green for murder.
Next to him, a wiry Scotsman - all tattoo and tendon - sips lager."I like your lot," says the off-kilter kill...See the full content of this document
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