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ah, being a young man-about-town in the city of lost dreams pays for itself in this dog-eat-dog world of yesteryear we find ourselves deliciously entangled in (if you know what i mean). Sometimes you eat the bar and sometimes the bar of proverbialness...well, it eats you. mehahahaha. The start and end to this story of betrayal and lust takes place in a bar of absinthe and deceit. The night was young and so was I!! mehahahahaha. When lo and behold it came crashing to an end faster than keith richard's nose vacuuming down vast quantities of whatever struck his fancy during said time. Well, it's been real, but it's time for a speech in the old class of mine. I hate speeches. RARR!!!