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But it pisses me off, precious! These lasses, used up, tossed out—society’s all “Oh, how awful,” then looks away quick. Hypocrites, we hates ‘em! Last week, saw this gal outside me shop, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag, eyes dead as a drowned rat. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Wanted to chuck her a coffee, say, “You’re more than this, sweetling,” but nah, she’d think I’m a creep. “What is it? What’s it for?”—like that line from the movie, ya know? No one asks what they’re really chasin’.

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Amm, gotta mention the Irmo Historical Museum too. Its location on Sumter Rd – hey, that place packs history like my dating profiles pack mismatched quirks. I mean, sometimes history’s all dusty and boring, but here – bam – it speaks in weird ways. Kind of like Fish Tank’s raw dialogue, illogical yet poetic.

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