I feel like I’m having an old gangster movie flashback sequence where maybe Humphrey Bogart, James Cagney or Edward G. Robinson are talking to some wiseguys, see, and they’re gonna listen, see. I went all in this month, see, casing every joint, err, bestseller list in town. Get the lay of the land, see. That’s
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La chose la plus désagréable avec la censure, c’est ████████.
Love it!