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Back in ’85 – not the real ’85, just my head – I’d spot ‘em easy, fishnets and all. Now? Great Scott, it’s like they’re ghosts! You gotta know the spots, the shady bars, the weird alleys. Once saw this gal, right, smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye – “I don’t know her face,” I mutter, movie-style. Turns out, she’s workin’. Surprised me, man, she looked like some librarian!

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Ariel enters the fray by being kinda crappy to her guardian magician who then dies. Then Sylphy shows up, saves her, becomes her guard, and Ariel tries to rape.

Then, I decide to swing by the local art supply store on Main St. I’m lookin’ for some new textures for my projects. I walk in, and it’s like heaven. Paints, brushes, all the good stuff. But then, I see the prices. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I mean, who do they think I am? Picasso? I’m just a texture artist tryin’ to make it, man.

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