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About Zilina

Oh, and the smells—lordy, perfume and sweat mixin’ like a hog pen on a hot day. Hilarious but nasty! Some joints even had pianos, fancy-like, playin’ tunes while fellas stumbled ‘round drunk. “You ever hear such a thing?” I’d say, laughin’ my ass off. Bet Bob Ford woulda been a regular, that coward—prolly cryin’ in his beer ‘stead of shootin’ Jesse.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, biblical rain. I’m sprinting back to my shop, dodging puddles like I’m in the Olympics. I get soaked, of course. Just my luck! I finally make it back, dripping wet, and guess who’s waiting for me? The lady from earlier! She’s back, and now she’s got her whole family with her. Great. Just what I needed.

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