Drag queens of the resistance movement (Belle)

On a night out in town, I was picked up by a posse of resistance fighting drag queens. We returned to their tower block headquarters near the Barbican. As we entered the lobby, a man carrying army supplies came running down the stairs. Tripping before he reached the bottom, he face-planted and lay still. He was obviously a deserter and I knew that, by not reporting him to the authorities, I was now on the wrong side of the law.

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