placenta, as in the afterbirth, either in a peculiar olive cake the size of a postage stamp costing a million pounds, or on pugliese bread, fed to the birkencroc-clad chillen running feral in the street outside the dove, which in turn is a sort of sam smith's for the ideologically, morally and intellectually bogus hordes ravaging the east end, or any other part of london for that matter that corresponds to notion that pretty terraced houses can be transformed into a 'village', even if it is within the heart of a sprawling metropolis. not that i care, as long as i can get my fassbinder films from the not-apollo and a pint of fruli from the not-weatherspoon.
placenta, as in the afterbirth, either in a peculiar olive cake the size of a postage stamp costing a million pounds, or on pugliese bread, fed to the birkencroc-clad chillen running feral in the street outside the dove, which in turn is a sort of sam smith's for the ideologically, morally and intellectually bogus hordes ravaging the east end, or any other part of london for that matter that corresponds to notion that pretty terraced houses can be transformed into a 'village', even if it is within the heart of a sprawling metropolis. not that i care, as long as i can get my fassbinder films from the not-apollo and a pint of fruli from the not-weatherspoon.