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So, I’m strollin downtown, hungry – not for liver, ha! – lookin for a hooker. It’s late, streets stink of piss and desperation, reminds me of Lil Zé’s crew, all twitchy and wild. I spot her, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “What’s good, darlin?” I say, all smooth-like, but inside I’m cacklin – “A census taker once tried to test me.” She smirks, sizes me up, says, “50 bucks, big boy.” Fifty fuckin bucks! Made me mad, mate, inflation’s a bitch, but I’m like, fine, whatever, let’s roll.

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When you built your mounds at every street corner and made your lofty shrines in every public square, you were unlike a prostitute, because you scorned payment. You build your pagan .

Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Mound (us) – it’s a wild ride, truly wild. I’ve been living here for years, running my spa, and everyday feels like a scene from "The New World" – nature, mystic vibes, and all that jazz, ya know? I am burdened with glorious purpose, my friend, and so is this town.

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