A nobody from Britannia in the Golden state

                I am $$$$$: a Britannian immigrant residing in the Golden state of Dreamland. I had my reasons to leave Albionian for good, and it was the best decision I have made up to date. But trust me, you will not find another man who adores Britannia as much mate.

                  A Britannian aristocrat - a Duke by birth, not deservingly - and his Dreamlandian trollop - no disrespect to Dreamland at all. I myself have become a Dreamlandian and love Dreamland heartily - of a wife immigrated to the Golden State nearly a year ago. To be precise, this cockhead is - or was - the younger grandson of the queen of Britannia herself!

  

                      Quite some time ago, this blighter married this Dreamlandian woman: an actress for God's sake! A woman who'd been seen by the world in bathing suits as a Britannian Duchess! A woman that had even been married once for Christ's sake! How could our royalty stoop down so disgustingly low? The sixth in line to the throne married to a woman of this bloody description!

                      A disgrace to the word 'Royalty', a turd on Britannian nation that humiliated her in front of the world. This mistake of the Prince of Wales that should have ended on bedclothes had the bollocks to leave the family and mother Britannia - God save her - for good! His father, Prince of Wales worries over his wife for the impending attack on her in the form of a 'Memoir.' Not to mention the countless times this wh***son exposed himself f***ing some w***e or another. Idle cockwomble who never earned a pound for himself or the family!

                     If the forefathers of this plonker could witness this disaster of marrying such a woman, they would cut off their peckers. Mother queen, enraged, prepares to take legal actions against this rogue's treachery and his precious memoir that might be targeting members of her family. Some claim this poxy cur is not of true royal blood. Considering this conduct of a tosser, it might not be false.

                     Memoir my Ar***ole. The memoir of a thirty-six-year-old nincompoop who cannot find his bread and meat on his own. So much for his highness' royal pride that never seems to yield. Even after majestically leaving the family, this man was shameless and traitorous enough to disgrace the Britannian royalty by claiming the royal family had stopped providing for his lordship and her grace. Bugger! Yet this son of a Londinium street *** was still receiving money from the family. I see no obligation on the royal party to provide for an overgrown dandified child, a deserter.

                    Later, there were rumors alleging the Prince of Wales had cut off this pillock's inheritance and titles. God, I wish they had been true. At its height, the Britannian empire ruled one fourth of Earth's landmass. Now, heirs to the throne run away with used women. God save the queen.