Wakefield

Wakefield, the city of *****. A city steeped in medieval history and famous as ‘the merrie city’
**** central occurs on Sunday mornings in particular where the wakefield market is a magnet for burberry shell suit cladded ***** looking for a deal. The more descerning ******** sporting a Tommy Hellfinger top and parading around with his / her Nokia 3310 admiring the latest phone cover in a replica Burberry style. The ********* will be sporting adidas four stripe tracksuits and wearing plenty of ‘da bling bling’ purchased with vouchers at Argos a go go and window
shopping at one of the three hundred pound shops that are available, superdrug will be visited three to four times a day and the ***** will be seen in Boots smothering themselves in as many tester aftershaves as possible, mainly on a Friday as they prepare themselves for a thunderbirds or mad dog 20/20 fuelled weekend

Moving onto the more central areas of the city to the **** feeding hole AKA Mcdonalds. The ***** will be munching their way through happy meals galore. Occasionally and probably on giro day they may have supersized and be swaggering around with a 10 litre coke and two straws. Skateboarding ***** are a common site and wino ***** are in there plenty. Eastmoor in particular seems to breed ***** and I have spotted Burberry clad babies ***** many a time. Lupset seems to be a **** mecca where they are literaly born in a shell suit with a 9ct sovereign given as a birth present, this causes the heavy gold to extend the arms at a young age to enable knuckle dragging ***** to flip the bird from a very young **** development stage.

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