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Every street you walk on, every road you drive on. Eyes watching us every where, our every move. Bloody perverts.

They make us pay to enter Central London, where the monsters get special treatment and cash in on all the privileged stores by influencing.

They try keep us unnecessary poor people on the side lines. We are not the classified trouble makers because we choose not to indulge in back doors and bums. So they call us migrants, terrorists, fraudsters, pimps, thief’s, addicts and drug dealers. All along they get the good stuff like accountants, experts, scientists, professors, teachers. Yet the world is in poverty. That’s what happens when you let degenerates who cannot count run your lives.