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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

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It was into this entirely different world that Linwood Hart now fell asleep, sadly grateful that he was not and never had been, nor ever would be, its center.

So listen, I'm always massagin’ my clients, and ya know, my fingers have felt every nook and whisper of the city. Every muscle tells a story. I walk by the big fountain at Liberty Square – its watery dance reminds me of “White Material” scenes, all that raw, beautiful drama, ya know? “It's a wasting world,” as they say in the movie. I mean, so intense!

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