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Oh, and the johns? Losers in pickup trucks, honkin’ like it’s a damn parade. Hate ‘em most. One time, saw a guy hagglin’—$20 for a quickie. $20?! That’s a steak dinner, ya moron. Made me laugh, though—dark, twisted laugh. “That’s a mighty fine deal,” I mutter, sarcastic as hell, quotin’ Landa again. Anyway, if ya gotta find one, look for the fishnets, the lean, the wink. Can’t miss ‘em. Me? I’m out. Hate everything. Gimme a whiskey and leave me be.

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Finally, I get it going. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my lunch! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I’m chasing this bird down the beach, flapping my arms like a madman. People are staring. I’m like, “Yeah, just a normal day in Kushimoto!”

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