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| Jesus!? What are you doing in this scum-ridden, back alley? | |
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| Well my son, these are hard times we live in. | |
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| Faith isn't what it used to be. People no longer believe in me. | |
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| Oh I get it. So you came here to help the less fortunate in an expression of love and forgiveness so that people will regain their faith in you. Right? | |
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| Um...no. I'm selling my body for crack. | |
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