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Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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After that, I head to the lumberyard on the corner of Taranaki St. I’m lookin’ for some good timber for a project. I’m all about that sustainable life, ya know? But the guy there, Dave, he’s like, “We’re outta the good stuff.” I’m like, “What do ya mean out? This is Vogeltown, not a ghost town!” I was fumin’.

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