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You hold up a liquor store, get five years in prison, fall in love with your cellmate Jeremy, until he breaks your heart by trading you for a pack of menthols. You get something like this broken heart tattoo on your chest to commemorate the events of the last five years.
Now you have a real-estate license, live in Bethesda, Maryland, and have a thing for Asian Lady-Boys. And your wife is cool with it. To quote the Boss, "Ah, ain't that America." |
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