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City of Spades (1964) 36: A look on her face like a bar-fly seeking everywhere hard for trade.at bar-fly, n.
City of Spades (1964) 36: A look on her face like a bar-fly seeking everywhere hard for trade. City of Spades (1964) 132: ‘He’s not in court, man — was quite a break.’ ‘You small beer to him, Peter, it must be.’.at small beer, n.
City of Spades (1964) 32: You blow your top too much, Mr Stranger.at blow one’s top, v.
City of Spades (1964) 22: My Dad has taught me that in England some foolish man may call me sambo, darkie, boot or munt or nigger, even.at boot, n.2
City of Spades (1964) 129: You greatest sorrow is not that — it is that you are boxed up with this Muriel.at box up, v.1
City of Spades (1964) 213: ‘Hello, bra,’ said some voice, and it was Arthur.at bra, n.
City of Spades (1964) 55: ‘Give us some bad song now, man!’ ‘Some little evil tune, Lord Alexander!’.at evil, adj.
City of Spades (1964) 133: I must cut out of this weed racket soon [...] No one lasts more than three months or so, because the Law puts the eye on you before too long goes by.at put the eye on (v.) under eye, n.
City of Spades (1964) 232: When the Law frames a case, they make a point of seeing it sticks. They have to.at frame, v.
City of Spades (1964) 180: They was having an orgy when I left, but me, I don’t care for these pig-parties or gang-bangs whatsoever.at gangbang, n.
City of Spades (1964) 62: I saw Mr Pew was high — real gone.at gone, adj.1
City of Spades (1964) 153: These ain’t no stage-door gumshoes, they’re my friends.at gumshoe, n.
City of Spades (1964) 23: ‘Where can I get a shirt like that?’ ‘Like this?’ ‘Yes. It’s hep. Jumble style, but hep.’.at hep, adj.
City of Spades (1964) 58: ‘If you [...] don’t like the work in the Jumble post office or railways, for six pounds less taxes and insurance, then, man, you must hustle.’ ‘And what is your particular hustling?’.at hustling, n.
City of Spades (1964) 88: ‘Theodore [...] is, like you, a student of social phenomena.’ ‘Is that why you bring her to this interesting G.I. knockshop?’.at knocking-shop, n.
City of Spades (1964) 37: [of condoms] I want a taxi fare [...] and money to buy some you-know-whats.at you know what, n.
City of Spades (1964) 77: I think I’m in danger [...] of becoming what Americans call a nigger-lover.at nigger-lover, n.
City of Spades (1964) 65: I could see no sign of Hamilton, and hoped he’d melted.at melt, v.
City of Spades (1964) 27: Arthur was Mum’s mistake before she met our Dad.at mistake, n.
City of Spades (1964) 22: My Dad has taught me that in England some foolish man may call me sambo, darkie, boot or munt or nigger, even.at munt, n.
City of Spades (1964) 81: Hamilton [...] how long you been on that needle?at on the needle under needle, n.
City of Spades (1964) 180: They was having an orgy when I left, but me, I don’t care for these pig-parties or gang-bangs whatsoever.at pig party (n.) under pig, n.
City of Spades (1964) 234: The police don’t love me all that much [...] Whenever I get into my car at night, I look it over to see if they’ve planted anything.at plant, v.1
City of Spades (1964) 215: You’d better do what you’re told, son [...] and let them print you.at print, v.
City of Spades (1964) 98: ‘You ras-clot man — you’s wasted.’ ‘These bumble-clotmen — these pussy-clots.’.at pussy claat (n.) under pussy, n.
City of Spades (1964) 98: ‘You ras-clot man — you’s wasted.’ ‘These bumble-clot men — these pussy-clots.’.at raasclat, n.
City of Spades (1964) 48: The grim spectacle of ‘regulars’ at their belching back-slapping beside the counter.at regular, n.
City of Spades (1964) 35: ‘Shake hands with me, my name is Mr Ronson Lighter.’ And he let off his silly sambo laugh.at sambo, n.1
City of Spades (1964) 43: What say, man? You like a glass of rum?at what say? under say, v.
City of Spades (1964) 81: You’re new to London, and your Dad has loot to send you, don’t forget. Wait till you’re skinned like I was, an then see.at skinned, adj.
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