I do hereby affirm that if I have to leave this fucking slum to get my laundry done I will obtain a roll of quarters to hold in my fist as I beat the living shit out of the cheap bastard slumlord. Poetic fucking justice, baby!!!
G'wan, call the police! Someone is expressing unhappy thoughts, & must be taught a lesson!!
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