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You have the better of me mauvais - particularly because you seem to be in possession of facts that I don't have. For example, these shop keepers' lack of owning anything except leveraged retail space. Did you pluck that from your arse, or are you actually in a position to know this?Thanks, eighteenth century! It's a joy to me that we can unironically draw up and put into practice real world divisions where property-owning baby boomers sit comfortably on one side of the definition, but own nothing except a bit of leveraged retail space or a fucking burger van and you're on the other with a nod to Kierkegaard or something, neglecting actual meaningful divisions in order to bite your own tail. What a load of shit.
Not a caricature of the WC per se, but a caricature of a useless pattern that grants you admission, and one that doesn't feel challenged by modern complexities. See above.
I don't know London. Probably somewhere much nearer the M25 now. But when the crash comes and the music stops and various demographics migrate to or settle in particular places, it'll be a lot clearer.
Edit: Wrong century, muppet.
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