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The crazy flute/piccolo man (with the ponytail, and the cowboy boots) who plays his instrument til the wee hours in the morning, while doing karate with the lightpoles and acrobatics in the middle of the street stole the trash I had placed outside the door while counting the till and scampered off like a goddamned squirrel. Let's hope he didn't dump it on an old person's porch.