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you want war, you have world war two spitfire pilots to serve your post-colonial migration; and yes, i'll twitch my eyes; ha ha cuisine scots using ginger. there's a quintessential fascination with cabbage among the mutli-cultural asians of england being picky concerning scandinavians and the slavs... politico i could say as much about indian spices.. but they're granulated i admit, so there's less stink in the armpits; or there isn't, given chanel cardamom: assimilated asians into british society don’t use raw herrings and cabbage to joke about other european ethnicities while waving the st. george of that great fake curry of suffolk. *i've been telling the turks about sauerkraut for years to match up a purposive additive for the lamb kebab; sours to cut through the lamb fat like the chillies cutting through.*
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
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you want war, you have world war two spitfire pilots to serve your post-colonial migration; and yes, i'll twitch my eyes; ha ha cuisine scots using ginger. there's a quintessential fascination with cabbage among the mutli-cultural asians of england being picky concerning scandinavians and the slavs... politico i could say as much about indian spices.. but they're granulated i admit, so there's less stink in the armpits; or there isn't, given chanel cardamom: assimilated asians into british society don’t use raw herrings and cabbage to joke about other european ethnicities while waving the st. george of that great fake curry of suffolk. *i've been telling the turks about sauerkraut for years to match up a purposive additive for the lamb kebab; sours to cut through the lamb fat like the chillies cutting through.*
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Jan 9, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
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