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I saunter up, all smooth-like, sayin, “Evenin, darlin, got a tune for me?” She smirks, “50 bucks, I’ll sing ya somethin.” Bargain, right? Hannibal’s thinkin, *this one’s got guts* – maybe literally, heh. Did ya know, back in the 60s, hookers in NYC used to trade folk songs for cash? True story, mate, weird as hell. Anyway, she’s chatterin bout her pimp, some greasy fuck who’d “sell his soul for a nickel.” I’m laughin, thinkin, *I’d carve him up with a nice Chianti.*

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a swineherd in Edgware ain’t always a walk in the park. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Edgwarebury Lane. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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