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Oi mate, me, a Nose, sniffin’ round brothels, eh? Wot a gig! Stumblin’ bout like Mr. Bean, all twitchy, nose up, peekin’ at them ladies—ooh la la! Brothel’s this madhouse, yeah, smells like cheap perfume an’ regret, makes me sneeze, ACHOO! “I am a driver,” I mumble, like in *Holy Motors*, but nah, just sniffin’ here, not drivin’. Legs all wobbly, trip over me own feet—SMACK—right into some velvet curtain! Hilarious, innit?

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Exchanging lust for loyalty one bullet at a time. A simple sabotage mission at a brothel. A quick detour to a foursome.

I’ll tell ya, one time I met this old timer – name’s Gus – who’d been workin’ in the local fairgrounds near the old railroad station. Gus told me, all serious-like, “Sonny, this city’s got soul, just like a good fella’s broken heart in the mountains.” That hit me right between the eyes. Grrr, his words lit a fire under me.

Amory Ward 2 Democratic primary’s unofficial results come in close