Now, I ain't one to find myself in the joint often enough to know, but damn, did this town feel like a prison- I'll tell you that. It's fuckin' dirty. Hell, I mean it's clean but you gotta dig deep down. Scratch all the layers off'a these thin walls and watch 'em crumble at your feet. It's got a history, I'll tell you. Fuckin' dirty history. Disgusting. Abso-fuckin'-lutely vile. These cats ain't seen the town like I have. No clue. I had my whole life to book-it but it's like lookin' at a mangled whore washed up under the docks; you just can't look away. He just fuckin' vanished, man. And I'm worried he's gonna be one of them hookers.
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Exquisite Corpse
HorrorBitchin' jams can't drown out screams but when the record skips, don't you start findin' yourself in a whole mess of trouble poking your noses where they ain't supposed to be. He's eating 'em alive down there. Once the disappearances hit your stree...
