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I’d design this joint like a level, okay? You roll up – V8 engine growlin’ – and the madam’s this tatted-up warlord chick screamin’, “What a day! What a lovely day!” She’s slingin’ deals, half her face melted from some wasteland brawl – real shit. Little-known fact? Old-school brothels used to hide tunnels – smugglers, priests, horny-ass politicians slippin’ through. This one’s got that, too – trapdoors under the beds, leadin’ to a still makin’ rotgut whiskey. Sneaky, dirty, PERFECT.

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honey roasted turkey, bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms and cheddar cheese sauce on french bread. roasted portobello mushroom, caponatta, and mozzarella cheese on french bread. honey .

I ain’t gonna lie, sometimes I get mad as all heck at all the little pretensions. I mean, here we are talkin’ ‘bout desire like it’s just a statistic. Fuck that—life’s messy, hot, and sometimes downright tragic. And that’s what makes it all beautiful.

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