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Killing Pool 8: Don’t fuck about, dickhead! Where’s your fucking gear?at fuck about, v.
Killing Pool 8: Don’t fuck about, dickhead! Where’s your fucking gear? Killing Pool 68: If I jump up now, right after them, I’ll be goosed [...] even these two will be on to me.at goose (and duck), v.
Killing Pool 223: At last! A bit of appreciation from the hard-faced pair of so-and-sos.at so-and-so, n.
Killing Pool 139: The moment I step out of the front door is the cue for the downpour to up the ante.at up the ante (v.) under ante, n.
Killing Pool 12: I’m about to give him a smart-arse answer.at smart-arsed, adj.
Killing Pool 15: Gang of little divvies them, love. Couldn’t be arsed with them .at arsed, adj.
Killing Pool 146: A win at the rummy. A bit of a dance. A bee-jay.at b.j., n.
Killing Pool 56: It makes life easy for the baddies, yes — but it can work very nicely for the fellas in white too.at baddie, n.
Killing Pool 32: Were my teeth not brown enough for a baghead?at baghead (n.) under bag, n.1
Killing Pool 9: We’ve got the sooty bang to rights.at bang to rights (adv.) under bang, adv.
Killing Pool 97: Billy, you’re bang out of order freelancing like it like this.at bang, adv.
Killing Pool 53: From small-time hoister to big-time charlie baron.at baron, n.
Killing Pool 144: [He] gives me the big, staring, oh-so-significant look [...] I meet his beamers full on.at beamer, n.3
Killing Pool 279: Let the pair of bell-ends tear lumps out of each other, far as I’m concerned.at bell end, n.
Killing Pool 56: I hand back the bins.at bins, n.2
Killing Pool 11: The bint sitting there, all snooty-faced, looking right through us.at bint, n.
Killing Pool 259: Does he [...] tell them they’ve got ‘ten out of ten threepennies’?at threepenny bits, n.
Killing Pool 10: That fool [...] think ol’ Shakespeare going to suddenly turn blackleg and sell my kith and kin down the river .at blackleg, n.2
Killing Pool 154: All those old-school, born-again blaggers who’ve ‘gone legit’ and crave respectability.at blagger (n.) under blag, v.
Killing Pool 238: Knock me down with a bleeding feather if those scurvy bastards didn’t catch wind of the operation.at bleeding, adj.
Killing Pool 173: Ol’ Evan been round the block and then some, and I here to tell you I can smell a rotter a hundred yards away.at go around the block (v.) under block, n.8
Killing Pool 141: Blow me down if it isn’t Alfie Manners, gurning at me through the glass partition.at blow me down!, excl.
Killing Pool 172: He’s had a bad deal from the boys in blue, especially in aftermath of the riots.at boys in blue, n.
Killing Pool 59: Lance Campion’s strategies [...] to flood this land with Bolivian marching dust.at Bolivian marching powder, n.
Killing Pool 57: I can hear the fool long before I see him, bombing down kingsley Road and screeching right over the roundabout without slowing.at bomb, v.1
Killing Pool 241: Whatever boozy flush is left drains out from his face.at boozy, adj.
Killing Pool 141: [I] rebuff three attempts at chit-chat from the nancy boy on the till.at nancy boy, n.
Killing Pool 234: The kid’s gone. Brown bread.at brown bread, adj.2
Killing Pool 184: Talking brewsters here, stacks and stacks of cellophane-wrapped bunce.at Brewster’s, n.
Killing Pool 304: I hunch my shoulders and feel for the pistol, bricking it all of a sudden.at brick it (v.) under brick, v.5
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