At the moment there's a pimp on 10th Avenue with a tarantula on his arm.
I'm walking by hoping to find a place to buy a nice scented candle that's not too expensive since we've got another couple coming over to our apartment for dinner. The pimp smokes a cigarette and pokes his finger at the back of the tarantula so that it takes little lazy strides on the horizon of polyester and rayon, and I want to take a picture of it with my phone so I do this discreetly.
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