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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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It should pour out two pounds of liquid bile into your bowels daily. Dr W. H. Moyer. CHIROPRACTOR. Chestertown. Maryland. Subscription to the Transcript $

Sometimes I cruise near Chestertown Harbor. The docks, the boats, the salty air. It’s a thinker. Reminds me of Harvard dorm nights – cool, edgy, like Fincher’s film. Yet, here, every day is a blockbuster.

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