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About Warsaw

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

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So, I rush over to the lumberyard. It’s on the outskirts, near the river. I’m speed-walkin’, dodgin’ people like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. I get there, and the guy at the yard is like, “Sorry, mate, we’re out.” I’m like, “Out? You gotta be kiddin’ me!” I could feel my blood boilin’.

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