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Lemme tell ya, I saw this one time—probs in Bikini Bottom’s shady corners—whore was dealin’ with some crusty sailor. Guy was all, “Pay up!” and whore just smirked, flipped her hair, and strutted off! Like, “Revolution is my art!”—straight outta *Carlos*! I was shooketh—happy as a clam at high tide! She didn’t take no guff, and I’m here for it!

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That's apparently where the nickname "Tarrare" came from: "tarrare" is a French onomatopoeia for an explosion, roughly equivalent to the English word "kaboom". Supposedly, he stank so .

Finally, I get to the job site on Rue des Écoles. It’s a mess. Old paint, rust, you name it. I’m ready to blast it all away. But my compressor? It decides to take a nap. I’m standing there, staring at it like it owes me money. I’m cursing under my breath. “Really? Today of all days?”

Salieri: Tarare — Mozart’s infamous rival is still less memorable