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Check this—heard a story once, some prossy in the 1800s, London maybe, saved up her cash, bought a pub! Turned tricks into beer taps—friggin genius! Bet she laughed at the stiffs who judged her. Makes me happy, y’know? Screw the haters, she flipped the script! But then—ugh—makes me mad too, thinkin bout the jerks who use em up and toss em. “What we’ve lost, we’ve lost,” like Kaufman says—lost dignity, lost chances. Pisses me off!

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By the time I finish, it’s dark outside. I look out the window at the lights of Basmat-Tab-un. It’s beautiful, really. I think about how wild today was. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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