Brindville.

The town where I live is a shit hole. It's somewhere that the trashy Bastards come to die. It doesn't matter if we dissappear from here. Nobody will miss you if you're from Brindville.

There's a whore that lives on traight Street and she's missing her front two teeth. People say it's from sucking old man dick and getting the cheese lost between her teeth. But we really know it's the smack that got her. 

Billy Dowl is the boy that wants to marry me. His dad is a right nasty prick and he likes to bruise up his Mrs when he's giving her a good stuffin. 

His older brother Jason Dowl is in nick. People lie about why he's there. Some say he killed a man cuz he touched his sister, but we all know his sister is like the 24 hours market. Open all hours. She's got a cunt that we can call a bucket and know we're not lying. 

Some say it was a drug deal gone wrong. Which is quite believable round here. Every dickhead has got a secret to hide. Somebodys grandma will be on the game.

I know the truth coz Billy told me. 

I know Jason likes the Queens. You know, fags, trannies gay boys. Or if you're all proper you might say homosexuals. 

But the one he liked, didn't like him back so he kidnapped the boy, took him to a warehouse tied him up and shoved a massive metal pole up his arse. Ripped him up from the inside out.

You have to go to clink for stuff like that. Not like you can wander the streets sticking poles up people. 

So here in Brindville we got pimps, whores, smack heads, rapists and allsorts. You learn to watch your back. Carry a weapon and make friends with the nutters.

I suppose Billy is alright. 

A bit of a ponce. Like, kinda boring...

He never stabbed no fucker. But he comes from a big family. 

I suppose I'll say yes. 

My granny's been selling her rat since war for a loaf. And my mam only nicks from other people so she can chug a bottle of V. 

Billy will do fine.

Guess I'll let him shove his fingers up my twat soon. Then he'll buy me a ring.