In a pub in London's Kings Cross tonight.
A group of young professionals arrive, and are taking their places at the adjacent table:
Her: "So you're moving!"
Him: "Yes, my own place; I've had enough of the arguments!"
Her: "And the sex in the kitchen!"
Well, dear reader, imagine my relief when they were interrupted with a request for their order, and I didnt' have to endure any further elucidation on the eluded to depravity!
I mean; in Kings Cross of all places!
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