Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Enterprise.

PUA.

Kaleb Horton.

Pygmalion.

Okay, I don’t understand what this is. There’s a big-wheel truck, there’s a bad guy, there’s a doctor in a mini-dress, and there are bouncers.

I mean, I suppose there are worse things one could do with one’s time than to spend a year of it writing an essay a day about Road House…

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Attention loom.

The 11th.

MC5.

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