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So, I’m hackin’ up this pig carcass, right? Blood’s splatterin’, guts everywhere—whore’s the same! Sells her soul for a dime, screwin’ anybody with a pulse. Pisses me off, man! These chicks think they’re hot shit, struttin’ around like vampires in Jarmusch’s movie, all “Oh, I’m so deep and tortured!” Bullcrap! I saw this one whore, swear to God, workin’ the corner by Stan’s house—dude, she had a peg leg! A freakin’ peg leg! Like some pirate hooker reject—argh, matey, gimme yer booty! Laughed my ass off, then got pissed—she didn’t even salute my authoritah!

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I shake it off and keep going. I hit up this little café on Rue de l’Église. Best croissants ever! I’m munching away, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about how Rodange used to be this quiet little town. I’m like, “Lady, it’s still kinda quiet, just with more construction!” She didn’t find that funny. Oops.

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