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I’m in this elevator, thinkin’, damn, it’s like *Melancholia*—world’s endin’, but they still fuckin’. “Everything is going to hell,” I mutter, but some dudes just wanna bust a nut. Hilarious, right? Sarcasm on blast—oh, you poor bastards, payin’ for what I get free. Nah, I’m kiddin’, but for real, it’s a trip. Ever hear ‘bout the secret brothel in Paris, WWII? Nazis ran it, spied on their own damn officers! Sneaky motherfuckers, that’s some next-level shit.

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Lynette's death has raised fears other among young addicts working as street prostitutes in Dublin that she was murdered by being deliberately.

Then, I hear this commotion. Turns out, it’s a street performer on Elm Street. This dude is juggling flaming torches. I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “This guy’s either a genius or a total idiot.” Spoiler: he dropped one. Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. Eadestown, you never cease to amaze me.

Clane left singing the blues after outstanding second half performance by Eadestown