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presumably, garner votes. Was it a coincidence that this town was chock-full of potato farmers, and all the sleazy seedy side business that came along with it? As I wandered the streets that night, I started to notice things. Things I didn't want to know. The prostitutes were making their clothes out of potato skins. The drug dealers were lacing the drugs with potato juice. Whatever this thing was, this force that had overcome Poppy and, indeed, Greasy Dick, it had infiltrated nearly everything in town.
I knew I had to find someone, anyone, who had thus far escaped the potato horror. I knew it had to be soon.
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A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones who need the advice.
--Bill Cosby
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