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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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Ariel enters the fray by being kinda crappy to her guardian magician who then dies. Then Sylphy shows up, saves her, becomes her guard, and Ariel tries to rape.

Then, I decide to swing by the local art supply store on Main St. I’m lookin’ for some new textures for my projects. I walk in, and it’s like heaven. Paints, brushes, all the good stuff. But then, I see the prices. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I mean, who do they think I am? Picasso? I’m just a texture artist tryin’ to make it, man.

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