International Stock

A depressingly tatty emporium which hosts an eclectic mix of stock from bankrupt, fire-damaged or flooded shops. Like F. Gump's box of chocolates, 'You never know what you're gonna get'. Mainly frequented by haggard old ladies, pinch-faced wives and bored men listening to the football scores over the music system. The chances of getting a bargain here are slim, but with a little faith and a cool, savvy head, it does occasionally happen. Visiting here will instil such a seething hatred of dull commercialism that the local anarchist's group would do well to setup a recruiting stall in the car park.

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