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Bah, these people want shiny souls with market value. My soul is vintage. My soul's got character. My soul's got moxie god damn it, and Olulabelle's has six percent more! My soul's a fucking collector's item, not some blue-book priced assembly line piece of mass marketable crap!
Souls like mine, souls like Hattie's and Olulabelle's, those are the souls you find in some freaky little shop in the corner of some bizarre little town, and you show it to your grandkids and you tell them, now back in my day, this was a soul. So screw you WWYS, I ain't sellin'! |
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