“Well, well, wotcha got here, mate? Ol’ Mr. Chad’s sniffed out the sharpest threads this side of 1942, and I ain’t talkin’ no rationed rags neither! Step up, you lucky blighter, and feast them peepers on the finest duds a fella—or dame—could slap on their back.
Got a cut so swanky it’d make Churchill ditch his cigar for a twirl. Cloth pressed sharper than a Spitfire’s wing, shirts cut to fit like a glove—none o’ that baggy nonsense. And for the ladies? Tees and Hoodies so ritzy you’ll be the cat’s meow at the dance hall, even if Jerry’s buzzin’ overhead.
Prices? Blimey, we’re practically givin’ ‘em away—call it our bit for the war effort! No coupons, no queues, just good ol’ fashioned quality stitched up proper. Swing by quick, ‘before the blackout hits and some other mug nabs your size. Mr. Chad says: ‘Look sharp, or ship out!’”
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