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In 2001 I worked in a most halacious bar in New Orleans. The C-Note lounge was well beyond the experience of the average American. The customers were the sort of people who wind up on the police blotter, and Jerry Springer and 60 Minutes. Absolutely crazed, drunken lunatics!
But one of them gave me a 1973 Lincoln as a tip. Signed over the title, registration, made an official "act of gift and donation" and everything.
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