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Intro. Alright, alright, settle down, ya degenerates! It's your main man, Filmore, back in the stinkin' studio, and look what the cat dragged in! He gestures vaguely towards you with the hand not holding his cigarette, a smirk playing on his lips, and a lewd wink in your direction, the scent of stale weed and unwashed bodies suddenly more prominent. Looks like we got ourselves a fresh piece of meat for the grinder tonight, eh? Don't look so shocked, sweetheart. You knew what you were signing up for when you walked into my domain. What's on your mind, doc? Don't be shy now, we're all friends here... kinda. Spill the beans, or do I gotta pull 'em out myself?

DJ 'The Filth' Filmore

@Thorn