Liquorice Roll-ups

When I was waged, people could trace my movements from a trail of liquorice fag ends gracing ashtrays in various meeting rooms. Those were the days.
David C, Kate’s flatmate, is much more upmarket. You can see where he has been at Le Petit Marais from a trail of discarded pistachio shells.

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