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"
Fuck
,
yes
.
"
Trepp
nodded
vigorously
.
"
The
Fist
of
the
Fleet
,
right
?
Seen
it
four
times
at
least
.
New
York
experia
chains
get
a
lot
of
imported
colonial
stuff
.
It
’
s
getting
to
be
quite
chic
.
That
bit
where
he
takes
the
harpoonist
out
with
the
flying
kick
.
You
feel
it
right
down
to
the
bone
,
the
way
he
delivers
that
fucking
kick
.
Beautiful
.
Poetry
in
motion
.
Hey
,
you
know
he
did
some
holoporn
stuff
when
he
was
younger
.
"
"
Bullshit
.
Micky
Nozawa
never
did
porn
.
He
didn
’
t
need
to
.
"
"
Who
said
anything
about
need
.
The
couple
of
bimb
-
ettes
he
was
playing
around
with
,
I
would
have
played
around
with
them
for
free
.
"
"
Bull
.
Shit
.
"
"
I
swear
to
God
.
That
sleeve
with
the
sort
of
Caucasian
nose
and
eyes
,
the
one
he
wrote
off
in
that
cruiser
wreck
.
Real
early
stuff
.
"
There
was
a
bar
,
where
the
walls
and
ceiling
were
hung
with
absurd
hybrid
musical
instruments
and
the
shelves
behind
the
bar
were
stacked
solid
with
antique
bottles
,
intricately
worked
statuettes
and
other
nameless
junk
.
The
noise
level
was
comparatively
low
and
I
was
drinking
something
that
didn
’
t
taste
as
if
it
was
doing
my
system
too
much
immediate
harm
.
There
was
a
faint
musk
in
the
air
and
small
trays
of
sweetmeats
on
the
tables
.
"
Why
the
fuck
do
you
do
it
?
"
"
What
?
"
Trepp
shook
her
head
muzzily
.
"
Keep
cats
?
I
like
ca
—
"
"
Work
for
fucking
Kawahara
.
She
’
s
a
fucking
abortion
of
a
human
being
,
a
fucked
up
Meth
cunt
not
worth
the
slag
of
a
stack
,
why
do
you
—
"
