Coming into the Gare du Nord these days is actually a deeply grim experience. A few years ago, I had some time to kill before catching my train and made the mistake of wandering around there. It was extremely...errrm... culturally enriched. By which I mean it was broken, covered in shīt, 90% non-white and involved several enterprising souls selling meat that was being barbecued on upside-down shopping trolleys.
Originally Posted by Burney
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