We tell you no lies. We fell like rain from riches to rags. Like meteorites. Sank like stones. Fleeing from a shameful past? We are an itinerant band of Eurotrash ex-millionaire playboys fallen on hard times. Diamonds sewn into the seams of our Armani. Sold for a pittance in the lowest hock-shops of Marseille. opium, absinthe, dancing girls, nightmares... We used to divide our year between the salons and casinos of Mayfair, Manhattan and Monte Carlo, seducing debutante heiresses and laughing at the proles, but here you see us at our new home in Shoreditch Churchyard. Special Brew, tuberculosis, methadone, fleas... Pictured with us are Bonzo and Doug, our eccentric uncles who threw away the family fortune on the gaming tables of Shanghai. Bastards. Anyways, come throw us some change yeah? Come hear a story? And we might sing you a song... Will also perform for food, drinks, interesting hats, bodily warmth, etc.
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