I don't suppose you are familiar with Bottleton East, except by name. It is a prett tough sort of neighbourhood, rather like Limehouse only with fewer mysterious Chinamen. The houses are small and grey, cats abound, and anyone who has a bit of old paper or a piece of orange peel throws it on the pavement.
(from "The Masked Troubadour," by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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