A roofbanger's life at the top of the Dome.
Oh, great, Saintly Chef Who Dat, please save my soul....
The purity of a fleur-de-mustache will relieve you of your burdens, sister. Wear it proudly in defiance of Ken Doll & the Patty Cakes.
Your words are blessed oh son and so, as you go out into the night to spread the word of our holy brethren, remember that Stinchcomb is our Kingdom whatever the weather Arnoux.
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