The doorbell rings as the telephones goes. The bathroom is road-blocked. The Bedroom, strewn with clothes, is more like an end-of-sale changing room. The front door opens, spraying the terraced houses across the road with the sounds of a DJ Hype mix tape. Pre-rave mayham in at two-up, two-down Dover council house. "Don't you come 'round my 'ouse and tell me aboud Breakbeat". Juli yells as she dodges through her raing posse, slamming the bathroom door with sadisfaction. "I've been in it since the bleeps!"
Balancing on the side of the bath for fullmirror effect, she adjusts her white micro mini. A gold ring through her exposed midriff. Her red, little-to-the-imagination top clung in all the right places. juli gazes into mirror at her own growing pupils, her thoughts fliteering and flying. "The little un's wif Mum till Tuesday ... well it's not fair to 'ave kids around when you're on the come down. Beside, I'm 21, single, it's Bank Holiday weekend and our own Kent rave World Dance at Lydd Airport, is down the road. My 'olyday."
The bathroom door flashes open. "Right everyone, ready? What's 'ee mean, 'ee's left is ticket at 'ome. Ah, for fucksake."
üle aja parimaid house'i track'e ka siis lõpetuseks, kui jungle ajud lühisesse on kütnud. My favorite...
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