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Saunters in, checking his shoes. Shoes are shit hot. Loudly complains at the lack of 'a decent fucking ale' at the bar. Unsure if this is an American bar or a British one, scalps bar for jailbait. Ends up talking to weird guy with beard who may or may not be homeless but certainly has one eye higher than the other about the repealing of the corn laws. Fucks off swiftly to a dancehall/ happy hardcore night, gets AIDS off of a 15-year-old. Dies swiftly.
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Originally Posted by Savage Clone
Last time I was in Chicago I spent an hour in a Nazi submarine with a banjo player.
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