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| This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters, and the gutters are filled with blood, and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. | |
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| The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists, and all the whores and the politicians will look up and shout "save us!" - And I'll look down, and whisper... "no". | |
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| What did I say that sounded like "tell me about your day"? | |
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