“There was me Alex and my three droogs sat in the Korova
Milkbar making up rassoodocks
what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry.
The Korova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto, and you may,
O my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like, things changing so skorry these days,
and everybody very quick to forget,
newspapers not being read much neither.”
Milkbar making up rassoodocks
what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry.
The Korova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto, and you may,
O my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like, things changing so skorry these days,
and everybody very quick to forget,
newspapers not being read much neither.”
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