

The Back StreetsThe smog rolled in thicker then any sea fog, you would ever see, you could taste it on your tongue; it covered the dirt layered back allies with a misty haze which only allowed you to see a meter or so a head and behind you. Many a thing crept and crawled through the streets keeping out of the flickering, poor light of the gas lamps, of the dangerous back streets, were only the stupidest of the police go. Some of them won’t kill you just rob you blind and leave you there to chance, because chance it is to be left alone on the back streets of London when the mist rolls in and the Others are on the move. The Others that no-one knows about, wellThe Back Streets
may have a lovely life
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anyway, welcome to my world!
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I wanna hold you high and steal your pain...
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