Maidstone is a grim old place, now full of people of dubious race, not from forgien lands or over seas, but from England born and bred, hunch backed dirty chavs with fleas, outside the nighclubs with vile kebab, seeing what old hags their mates may nab, full of yobs and seedy slags, kids at home all under fed, condoms and drugs stacked in their bags. my friend I warn you don't come here, this county town is one I'd fear
Reason for writing:
Not very serious tribute to my county town in the UK.
Birth sign: Gemini
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