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I enter a squalid hole of a place, teeming with lost souls wrapped in sadomasochistic black leather and brutal racehorses, grotesquely excited by lethal mixtures of peat whiskey, Shannon water, and carefully macerated pages of Swift. As soon as I set foot beyond the threshold, a handful of muddy sludg… more
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