My names Paul and I'm an ex fruit machine addict: It all started when I was on a YTS course in Liverpool in the early 80's........I used to spend all my wages on a fruit machine in an arcade called Las Vegas and then have to walk home every friday night, skint. Since then I've gone on to own my own fruit machine which has now enambled me to get over my addiction of flashing lights and ringing bells...Oh don't get me wrong, I still love to put the odd quid in a machine but these days I know when to walk away.
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