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Saturday Boy Pound of Cumberland, Mrs Finn? Hand grab sausage swirl - in the bag. **** for Mrs Peters, fillet for Mr Snyde. Money in, meat out. Out of sight saw-grind cleaver-chop through bone. Thick-set carcass/Gaffer neck tea and toast and tea. Meat fridge full of flesh sky hanging dry on hooks bags of liver and lights pig head, sheep foot. Open to Closed on the door chain-link mesh pulled back blocks scoured with wire-tipped brush – scrub don’t tickle. Gaffer writes tomorrow’s boards saw, cleaver and blade soaked floor swept and mopped blood and bleach.
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
Saturday Boy
Saturday Boy Pound of Cumberland, Mrs Finn? Hand grab sausage swirl - in the bag. **** for Mrs Peters, fillet for Mr Snyde. Money in, meat out. Out of sight saw-grind cleaver-chop through bone. Thick-set carcass/Gaffer neck tea and toast and tea. Meat fridge full of flesh sky hanging dry on hooks bags of liver and lights pig head, sheep foot. Open to Closed on the door chain-link mesh pulled back blocks scoured with wire-tipped brush – scrub don’t tickle. Gaffer writes tomorrow’s boards saw, cleaver and blade soaked floor swept and mopped blood and bleach.
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
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