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she flicked her cigaret at my ear and said, you’re no romantic, i want big muscle arms around my neck the grip holding my essence together in a peaceful bond, i said, lady, i’m post-romantic y’know, tried the sweet stuff, didn’t like the taste, moved past. she said, that’s too bad, your face has the sign of something angelic, you look like a matured cherub, too bad the personality don’t match it. i said, lady, you have the lips of someone with a big plump ass but the only kind of ass you have is the lack of one, i don’t let my flame burn any sticks y’know, saving myself for a treestump. she said, you’re a private detective, but i don’t think you got the dick to handle my privates, little P.I. boy. i said, little PI? check this, bitch, 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679821480865132823066470938446095505822317253594081284811174502841027019385211055596446229489549303819644288109756659334461284756482337867831652712019091456485669234603486104543266482133936072602491412737245870066063155881748815209209628292540917153643678925903600113305305488204665213841469519415116094330572703657595919530921861173819326117931051185480744623799627495673518857527248912279381830119491298336733624406566430860213949463952247371907021798609437027705392171762931767523846748184676694051320005681271452635. and i could go on forever. she said, forever? i’ll give you a forewarning, this woman you are searching for, she gone to hell 3 years ago. i said, a while ago i saw her gone with a gong in ag ong the chinese street block now excuse me i gotta go so you begone. she screamed with animated fury, you will be GONE!