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I saw one – Vegas, ‘99. Legal joint. Called it – Chicken Ranch. Hah! Chickens cluckin’ for bucks. Walked in – neon buzzin’. Girls lined up. Like a damn menu. Pick your poison! This one chick – Cherry? Tatted up. Smiled like she knew me. Freaked me out. “What’s done is done,” I thought. Straight outta *Memento*. Felt like I’d been there. Déjà vu or some crap. Made me dizzy. Happy though – options galore!

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So, I get to the scene, and it’s a right mess. The poor sod was just lying there, and I’m thinking, “What the hell happened here?” The locals are all gathered, gossiping like it’s the latest episode of EastEnders. I overhear some old lady saying it’s a curse from the old mill. I chuckle. Curses? Really? This ain’t Hogwarts, love.

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