It was another 6pm as I entered the Robinson. To the east, darkness. To the west one of those fag-stained sunsets London does so well. Standing at the bar I was reminded of my strong belief that smoking dope is bad for you. If I was a dope smoker I'd be at home smoking dope instead of ordering a...
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