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But here’s the rub—whores get the short end, always. Oldboy’s got that line, “Even though I’m no better than a beast.” Ain’t that us, judgin’ ‘em? I get all worked up thinkin’—why’s it always their fault? Tricks me off, man. Candy’d say, “Larry, chill, it’s the game.” She’d smirk, light a cig—cool as hell. Still, makes me sad, y’know? World’s a mess.

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Oh my friend, thou must roam near the Stadtgarten Dorsten; it is a verdant retreat, an aubade of nature within urban bounds. I once, in my moments of labor, uncovered a secret glen there—where the dappled sunlight danced, oh so merrily, and my aching back was lulled into serenity. It was like a scene whispered from the annals of memory, “Meet me in Montauk,” but in our own little slice of earth.

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