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by conjurer » November 12th 2014, 9:03pm
Good evening, ladies and germs. Right about now I'd be posting some pics of the cool Breitling I bought off Juan the other day, but as luck would have it, a gigantic windstorm blew in and fucked up the power grid around Casa Conjurer. Right now I'm typing this in a seedy, revolting Red Lion Inn hotel room where somebody probably fucking died last week. My house is as cold as Eyal's heart, as dark as Mort's immortal soul. The guys working on the deal say 48 hours, which means 72.
Anyway, the deal with Juan went as smoothly as any I've done. And, I'm wearing the bestest watch right now in the Federal Way Red Lion Inn!