What wretched fuckery seizes my pen?
O cursed, cursed brothel, savaging both sanity and dignity with all the glee of an addled vagrant, his pox-ridden, syphilitic mind incapable of the intelligence granted to the most lowly mound of excrement, drying and cracking beneath the harsh, unrelenting light of the sun.
[A pause, as he tries his damnedest
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