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Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m some expert – I just fiddle with strings and bullshit with buddies. But whores? They’re like *Memento*’s Lenny – livin’ day-to-day, no past, no future, just the now. “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” Lenny says, and damn if that ain’t them, too – believin’ in somethin’ better, even when the world’s kickin’ ‘em down. Makes me wanna holler, “Git-R-Done!” and buy ‘em a beer. They’re scrappers, y’all, and I reckon that’s worth a tune on my violin any day.

Where is Failsworth?

I'd rather live in Failsworth than Moston for example. There are nice suburb-areas in Failsworth, decidedly middle-class areas, but you're never far away from rougher areas. The industrial .

Finally made it to the lab, and guess what? My experiment from yesterday? Total flop. I was trying to synthesize this new compound, and it just... fizzled out. Like my hopes and dreams. I was so mad! I could’ve thrown my pipette across the room. But instead, I just sulked in the corner, staring at the wall like a sad puppy.

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