You are a festering shithole and it will be a dark day indeed should I ever have to set foot in you again.
You are designed for cars and crossings for pedestrians are insultingly cursory and give you three seconds to cross. Your roads are dark, you smell bad and your unmanned train station is pissed upon openly by the residents, who take exception to anyone pointing out that pissing on a platform in public is not very nice.
I have never felt so close to becoming a stabbing statistic.
May you rot in your self-made tarmacked Hell and may all the poor souls obliged to live in your moribund carcass find happier pastures than you.
Fuck you, Waddon; fuck you.
-- boobs do nothing for me, I want moustaches and chest hair.