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I was discussing the chaotic disorder that is my wardrobe with my best friend a few days ago, when something I hadn't thought about before occurred to me; everything I own was either given to me by a friend, or bought in a charity shop, a sale, or Primark. I know for many people that can be quite difficult to digest, and I can almost see you staring at this page thinking "Bloody Nora, was this girl raised in a squat?" Alas no, my dear friends, I am simply Polish. But that is not the reason for my love of cheap attire (although it could explain my fascination with smoked meats, World War II and communism). The truth? It's exciting.
