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Once saw this bird—red lips, torn fishnets—standin’ under a flickerin’ lamp. Thought, “She’s a survivor, like Eve.” Cool, detached, y’know? Quoted Jarmusch in me head: “Entropy’s takin’ over.” She winked—WINKED!—an’ I near choked on me own spit. “My precious!” I croaked, but she weren’t for me. Too pricey, too quick—50 quid for a fumble? Bollocks!

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Haboro.

Finally, my break rolls around. I dash to the little park on Haboro’s main street. It’s got this cute little pond, and I just wanna chill for a sec. But guess what? There’s a bunch of kids feeding the ducks. And these ducks? They’re like, the most aggressive ducks I’ve ever seen. They’re quacking like they own the place. I’m just trying to eat my onigiri in peace, but these little monsters are eyeing my food like it’s their last meal.

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