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* Here we are...
* The old abandoned auto factory! |
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| * Oh boy! A failure of industry! |
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| * this is why sitara doesn't hang out with us anymore |
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| * So! What do you guys think? |
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* Oh, it's a corpse. The fuckin' air in here is rotten.
* I feel like I know a little better what it's like to be dead just standing in here. |
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| * Ahhhhhh, I know you love it. |
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* i hate that i love it.
* it reminds me how far i have left before i get to start calling myself a normal person. |
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* I got no such qualms, and bein' perfectly frank I'm a little disappointed in you Moonsy.
* Shame's an excuse used by the weak to recuse themselves from living their best lives.
* I fully admit to loving this shit. I embrace it. |
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| * So we're in agreement then? This is "pretty cool"? |
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| * God, I love that they just fuckin'... left a couple cars here. You'd think they'd clean that shit up...! |
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* probably cheaper to leave the unfinished cars in here and let the demo crews handle it.
* ...judging by the model of the cars, they probably shut this place 30, 40 years ago. |
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* Moved production over to a country with shittier labour laws, no doubt.
* Ay Jazza, how'd you find out about this place anyway? |
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| * Oh, uh, learned about it through the... family business. |
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| * Oh, you mean the ghost shit? |
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* Speaking of.
* I gotta go handle something... |
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