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A NOTE FROM KOSTA.
This isn’t no bloody mobile fone Instabook prety prety hashtag bisiness. My sandwhiches are the best. And the best means bread, meet, flavour, in a box, with your hands - taste better that way. No prety pink flowers and vedggie bowl bullshit.
Is simple: you like, you buy. You no like, you no buy. Go to bloody Subway for your white bred Italian sub blah blah, ya bloody Malaka.
You want VIP, you come to Kosta’s. We do special price for you.
Tell your missus - we do special for her to.
Cya at the window, mate.
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