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Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

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Ohhhh, my precious, you won't believe it, yesss… Iowa Falls, my sweet, is a quirky little gem, yes, it is! Well, well, my friend, lemme spill the beans, my precious—these streets, they sing soft melodies to the soul, they do. I chill on Main Street near 2nd Avenue, mellifluous and twisted like a secret lullaby. Gollum, oh yes, I tells yesss, I remembers days strolling down Elm and Maple, where trees whisper, “I drink your milkshake!”—a nod to that blood-soaked oil dream, my love!

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