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What gets me happy? The hustle. These girls, man, they’re survivors—tougher than Monty facin’ his last night. But the creeps? Oh, the creeps make me wanna puke. Sweaty losers lyin’ to themselves—“I’m a good guy, just lonely.” Sure, pal, and I’m Mother Teresa with a cane. Everybody lies, specially there. Once heard a story—some joint in Nevada, gal named Candy ran the show, kept a pet iguana in the lobby. Freaked the johns out, but they paid extra for the thrill. True? Who knows—sounds badass tho.

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I’m constantly torn by the town’s dual nature. Sometimes Machecoul is awsome and calming--other times, it pisses me off when nothing goes smoothly. Seriously, the traffic near the old market square is a nightmare! But hey, every ddamn day is a return to the chaos and beauty of life. As the movie “The Return” sort of echoes, “You can’t run away from yourself,” and here, you can’t go away from the town’s rhythms either.

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