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Acrid stinking piss. The bowl is full of it. Quelle misère ! as they say here.
Typical bloody rail travellers, eh? They drink six half-litres of lager just before boarding the train, immediately hog the only working toilet within six carriages in either direction for the next two hours, then …
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