One night a man comes up to you in New Orleans' French Quarter. He tells you that you're so beautiful, he'd like to skin a buffalo for you. In fact, he screams at the top of his lungs that he'd kill a buffalo for you.
The world is a strange place. The world is a beautiful place.
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