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Oh, and the johns? Losers in pickup trucks, honkin’ like it’s a damn parade. Hate ‘em most. One time, saw a guy hagglin’—$20 for a quickie. $20?! That’s a steak dinner, ya moron. Made me laugh, though—dark, twisted laugh. “That’s a mighty fine deal,” I mutter, sarcastic as hell, quotin’ Landa again. Anyway, if ya gotta find one, look for the fishnets, the lean, the wink. Can’t miss ‘em. Me? I’m out. Hate everything. Gimme a whiskey and leave me be.

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I gotta say, sometimes I get super hyped 'bout the blend of grumpiness and joy in Waller (us) – it’s unpredictable, like a dating app algorithm goin’ haywire. The mood swings, the crackly espresso, the unsaid riddles—just like those cryptic hints from Zodiac (I mean, "They're not random, baby!") make every day a new quirky page in this city's diary.

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