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TheRamb Add: 86 wrote:
👍If you wrote a book, I would buy it 👏👏
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Most definitely the written words of a true artist. Very good read buddy 👍
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Great job Vish! 👏👏👏 Was wondering when one these tales would come around again. Might even spur a new clan of Dumee's...
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On our way through the busy streets we stumbled upon a pair;one carried a one string mandolin unobtrusively and the other was a minstrel.Hades struck an introductory sequence and Dova began to sing softly in an exotic dialect of captains and space barges.He sang of fading memories and moved amongst us with a wide-brimmed felt hat in his hand.The other wove 8s in the air in dramatic fashion that had us in thrall.The single string instrument was plucked with a will and the rapidly filling hat with our gratuities tinkled and kept beat with the ballad.The music stopped and for a time nothing could be heard but the distant rumbles of thunder and odd moan.The pair slipped away and it was NolifePN who was the first to cry of cut purse strings.All took up the cry of anguish and speculation.Bossante seemed unperturbed as I watched him cheerfully fish out his fat steaming purse from deep inside his underpants.
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The couple behind us,Pocket and Wino,struck out at a small round headed man wearing a chalky blue flared jumpsuit who had strayed too close to them,and despite the pleas from a heavy lipped mouth and watering protuberant eyes exacted coinage to correct the unjust imbalance of their accounts.Seeing the bounty we set about looking for more of the cash-heavy citizens and so felt we could do more than merely window shop at the market.
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TheRamb Add: 86 wrote:
Definitely. 👍If you wrote a book, I would buy it 👏👏
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The size of the crowd that gathers at marketplaces would surprise you for the colours that abound and diversity of fashions from the russet clad peasants to those that are richly dressed:trimmed furs,ermine caps,feathered headpieces,apparel in many different colourful hues.Over the hubbub you can catch friends sharing jokes,animate bartering and haggling;voices in a myriad of accents.We were attracted to a tray in a nearby stall run by brothers Blames and Sube.We fingered through preserved insects,hearing aids from a time long past,sexy-time ornaments,conch shells and I lifted a curious mechanism of no apparent purpose.Charlie turned it over and tapped at it willing it to operate.Another named Roger lifted it from his hands and sniffed at it suspiciously,teasing tendrils of hair from under a serrated cog.
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Blames smiled the faintest of indulgent smiles and informed us that it was used to trim bum and intimate hairy parts.Quickly dropped as if burnt,Roger offered a pittance for the yoke citing rust on its parts.But Blames would hear none of it and argued that it had belonged to a dear old neighbour who had left it to him and whom he had respected and cared for with cream buns.We left them to haggle and continued on our tour.
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wulfie wrote:
+1 Great entertainment, my friend! 🍻👍TheRamb Add: 86 wrote:
Definitely. 👍If you wrote a book, I would buy it 👏👏
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"A fine piece,sir has a discerning eye,very rare,immensely valuable.I will give it to you for an exceptional price because I like the cut of your jib."
I listened to Wulfie the vendor and nodded my head uncommittedly.
"You dear sir have the eyes of a connoisseur", he continued picking some stubborn piece of food that had lodged between his fang-like teeth.
I fingered the glass ornament that contained a piece of fabric within.
"A lucky charm.Part of a t-shirt ripped from a humongous lady wrestler after an epic mud wrestle.Notice the rubbing of the fine filigree work.It was rubbed by a thousand and one hands", with this a lewd grin.
"Give him tuppence for the ugly little article to be charitable if nothing else", spoke BC into my ear loud enough for all in attendance to hear.Wulfie hawked and spat and beseeched us to give it another rub.Whether it was the drink or something magic,I did feel a tinkle of sorts in my parts. -
I offered an 86 but he struck his forehead in dramatic fashion,bared his chest and asked me to stick a knife in deep into his black heart."A 138",he cried indignantly,"I have a family!".Finally after much arguing I paid over an 87 and asked that he wrap it tastefully.Moving away I could see him taking another such amulet from a potato sack he had behind his stand.
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I own a dusty little house that I rarely visit.
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Great read Vish! 🍻
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Mr Big Cat wrote:
My thoughts couldn't be expressed better than this 👍Vish my friend, you really are a talent. Whenever I read a post of yours I never fail to have a smile put on my face.
Looking forward to more instalments. You're a forum wizard
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TheRamb Add: 86 wrote:
An interesting point, one that I find myself agreeing wholeheartedly with. 👍👍If you wrote a book, I would buy it 👏👏
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Nice! I like part 2👍
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My building is hidden behind scaffolding...
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Many brightly coloured lanterns adorned a booth sandwiched between two fishmongers who traded insults.Pamphlets and flyers were arrayed upon a trestle within.All extolling the benefits go joining "The Union" and others asking for information on the whereabouts of its members.Stratosphere was the agent and he wiggled his fingers at us in the hope of enticing us to sign up.A knowledgable person,he visibly blanched at the curses of his neighbours HillBilly and Pyromaniac.We listened to all the voices and stared as one as his foot long beard knocked the papers off the trestle.When he stood up,we were already gone.
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₭íƖʛɵяȩ🐟Ƭяøϋʈ wrote:
wulfie wrote:
+1 Great entertainment, my friend! 🍻👍TheRamb Add: 86 wrote:
Definitely. 👍If you wrote a book, I would buy it 👏👏
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11 We followed the beguiling hip movements of a luvly bird who was slight,extremely pretty,innocent wide eyes and provocative pout.Charming for its mischief,she smiled at us but before we could invite her to a glass of rum we were distracted by a man named Mayhem who argued passionately with no one in particular that victual from his homeland was far superior to other places.The gruel from his land was bathed in maple syrup where other gruels were gross and synthetically flavoured.The head of Death Touch poked out from some wicker scaffolding to listen and both nodded and shook his head to the one sided debate.
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A cobbler and shoemaker worked nearby."Natas shoes" read a sign.Each shoe was lovingly fashioned with the flayed skin of his many victims with the laces made from chemically treated innards.The Velcro from cropped hair.A chap called Coppertop nearly bought a pair but was put off by the flapping of the ears.Roman Legion bought two pairs and dutifully took note of the date they were bought on.Natas eyed a pudgy headed rotund passersby in search of material for longer boots no doubt.
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This is great!! Keep it going!👍
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A pair of keen eyes watched our every step,appraised our demeanours.The owner of the eyes stood by a sandwich board announcing the coming of LaTortuga,the great god of turtles.His hair had been dyed a dark green and his roots shone a copper orange giving the impression of moss.He wore bright green tartan breeches tucked into sagging sap green boots and a tight shirt of apple green silk (size too small I noted),and a sea green bandana around his wide neck.A single circular band dangled from his stretched left ear.His skin was a ghoulish green tone,penetrative eyes and a nose like a melted candle drooped over his rip of a mouth.I thought him a fellow not to be trifled with.He grinned,flashing even white choppers greeted us,"Care to purchase a green ribbon.
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Don't attempt to buy anything in the market without it for the vendors would fleece you otherwise".
Enquiring the price he spoke of their high quality and offered to sell us 120 for each,stating that the monies gained would help him eradicate the turtle soup kitchens that blighted the inner city.We promised to give it some thought and he seemed content with the answer and quickly moved off to make his pitch to a cookie eating Amanda and her chaperone Brand with the same success,then onto another called Kush who claimed to have no time for preachers.Without taking offence,the figure rushed in his approach to another who smelt of empty milk cartons and finally pinned some ribbons to her boobs. -
Great read vish 👍
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Visɧɓuɱe wrote:
Correction. A fishmonger and a blacksmith. Their names are in fact not HillBilly and Pyromaniac, but Unhygienix and Fulliautomatix.Many brightly coloured lanterns adorned a booth sandwiched between two fishmongers who traded insults. Pamphlets and flyers were arrayed upon a trestle within.All extolling the benefits go joining "The Union" and others asking for information on the whereabouts of its members.Stratosphere was the agent and he wiggled his fingers at us in the hope of enticing us to sign up.A knowledgable person,he visibly blanched at the curses of his neighbours HillBilly and Pyromaniac.We listened to all the voices and stared as one as his foot long beard knocked the papers off the trestle.When he stood up,we were already gone.
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👏👏👏👏 beautiful words of an amazing artist! Thank you Vish!
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This is amazing 👏👏. Keep it up friend 😊
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Great stuff 👏 adds a whole new perception of the tw community 👍
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Very good, I always enjoy these 😄
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Bravo Vish 👏👏👏
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