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So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

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Finally, the lights flicker back on. Thank goodness! I finish up with Carla, and she looks in the mirror, all happy. “You’re a magician!” she says. I’m like, “Nah, just a barber with a flashlight.”

Figure 1 Calcination equipment: (a) muffle furnace and (b)