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206 Boaler Street, Liverpool, L6 6AE,
That's five minutes from my house, so the bastards can pick up a clean needle and then rob a pensioner to buy smack, which literally happens BTW. A couple more minutes down that road to the left is Shield road where the fucker sell their arses. So women can't walk the streets alone around here without getting propositioned by nob heads looking for a fuck. Then on top of that I've got the bastards living in flats on my street and they're robbing every fucker blind. So I've constantly got to worry about being broken in to as well.
Now its very easy for you lot to going aww but they're addicts its not their fault. When you lot have to directly put with with all the shit that comes with the smackhead cunts. You would soon change your tune, You won't be thinking about Janice Joplin or Jim Hendrix or any other romantic bullshit ideas that you can come up with.
When your out and about you'll be wondering if your house has been robbed when your out. When you're walking down the street to the local shop and you see some fucked up smackhead twat that looks at you funny you'll be thinking is this smackhead **** going to try it on. Or even worse your walking down the street and you see some twats acting strange while driving in a car. You'll start thinking is this going to be another case of mistaken identity and are you going to get shot like the poor bastard that was killed 20 metres from your front door. Which was all to do with the fucking drugs that the verminous cunts buy.
Fuck the smackheads, put arsenic in the heroin for all I care. The quality of life of myself and every other normal person would improve immeasurably if those verminous cunts were all dead.