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So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

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Oi, listen up, ya idiot sandwich! I'm not here to sugarcoat stuff – Keokuk is a bloody wild ride. So, here's my take, fast and furious. I've been runnin' my massage parlor on Main St., near the old Keokuk Bridge – you know the damned spot where the Mississippi and the Des Moines kinda hang out, mixin' their watery business. This city ain't for the faint-hearted, ya know? Its streets twist like a damn Turin Horse – echoing that bleak, relentless vibe of Béla Tarr’s masterpiece.

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