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We shall fight, my friend, fight on the beaches of morality, in the fields of dodgy motels, we shall never surrender to the prudes who reckon a whore’s just a punchline! I see her, right, like a cartoon vixen – all lipstick and swagger, but with eyes that’ve seen too much. Makes me bloody mad, it does – folks judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when she’s just tryin’ to eat, y’know? Like that scene in *Inherent Vice* where Bigfoot snarls, “I’m the law, man!” – hypocrites everywhere, mate, and it boils me blood.

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Let me tell ya, this town is magic. There’s the quirky little sidewalk cafes near King St. where I used to share stories as a counceler (yeah, I might have a few typos: counceler, thang, beautifull, heckin, whaat, shcool, reall, energys, throught, kinda, awsome, nuffin, liek, defanate, realy, amazin, and unforgetable). I went there after a rough day and it saved me, like Timbuktu said, "They will hold us to ransom." Crazy, huh?

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