Although it was the truthest marriage I've ever seen, it was also the grandest insult to the idea that could exist. A bar off burbon, in a city god forgot, nothing more ugly, or beautiful could have taken place before me.
Drunks cause drunk you should be, like a fish in the ocean breezes, these friends, or people barely known, watch it all take place. No one is questioning why, cause no one questioning anything would stay here, in this city.
After seeing this, I should have purposed to the first hooker who didn't charge me.
Good night
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