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Alone in the corner of the ferry cafe sits Vincent. Unwashed, unshaved, the wrong side of any age not that he gives a blue fuck. Frayed collar, grimy, denim shirt, hunched shoulders, boney hands, green jeans, red converse, too much colour, no sense, left feeling ugly, irritable with an open smile. So you are visitingContinue reading “Ferry Cafe, Seems so Long ago”