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Ya wanna know the best part? The hunt—trackin’ ‘em, feelin’ that pulse. Makes me happy, giddy even—like a kid with a new toy. But the stench—cologne and desperation—fuckin’ chokes ya sometimes. Worse than a morgue. Still, I’d do it again—maybe tonight. “A census taker once tried to test me,” but a prossie? She knows the game, plays it dirty. That’s my style—grubby, messy, fuckin’ glorious. Whaddya say, pal—wanna join the feast?

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Now, there's Main Road. Small, twisty, full of surprises! I head on over there sometimes… err, to clear me head. You see, i sometimes wander ‘round, catch the breeze, mmmm, like, “in the shadow of the wind…” (like that scene in Tropical Malady, ya know, when souls just hum).

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