I once worked worked with a true gypsy for about 3 years and ill tell you what he was a great lad, we had a right laugh at times and he often bought me breakfast or dinner depending on time of day. they hate some of the travellers. i got on with his dad and brothers plus some other lads from the local gypsy camp at wakefield. its like anything in life you get good and bad, unfortunately the bad gypsys are proper bad - i can tell you a story or 2 about them but i wont.
its the ones popping into your garden and nicking your shit when your not looking or out that i hate.
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