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So, I’m prowlin’ the streets, right? Lookin’ for a gal who don’t play games. Not like those dolled-up dames in Haynes’ flick. “I’m so terribly alone,” Cathy’d whimper. Boo-hoo, lady, try payin’ for company—cuts the crap. Found this spot, seedy joint, neon buzzin’ like a pissed-off hornet. Guy outside says, “Fifteen bucks, she’s yours.” Fifteen! I’d spend that on bacon! Made me mad—cheap price, cheap world. Hate inflation, hate hagglin’ more.

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Look dude, every corner of Wattwil makes me grin. It’s rough sometimes, so I get mad at the rain on my day off, and I get stoked when the sun peeks out. I even get sbit numb when I see the old twigs on Oberdorfstrasse – streaks of history, sorta like in Certified Copy, all layered and enigmatic-like.

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