32 Quotes by Saira Viola

Poncho was in a red mood slanging with rage and needed to cook himself out of it , while shoving handfuls of salted peanuts down his gullet and slurping ice cold Fanta

Mishaque was a stouty blend of Irish "shrek" mixed with crazy Jafakain, his front was car dealing.

With him big Phil from Notting Hill an old "face" from the sixties a pin up gangster with a "mars bar" weal scraping his left cheek and of course two "wag" slags in tow trussed up like French Poodles with "Bratz babe" stares and Gucci Handbags

He was a boom boom shake the room " kind of guy

Mr Davis was a middle class tremble of a man worried about an unseemly display and his Jerry Springer moment

Kara knew all he recognized was T and A on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy puppeeter , so long as there were souls for sale he was ready to buy ..

We're all prostitutes sir we're all selling ourselves for something

In the world of Big Macks Starbucks coffee and oversized SUVS it was business as usual snort and go

A Harvey Nicks chick with throwaway morals and a trustfund appetite.