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Ham on Rye by Charles Bukowski (1982)

"Gathered around me were the weak instead of the strong, the ugly instead of the beautiful, the losers instead of the winners. It looked like it was my destiny to travel in their company through life. That didn’t bother me so much as the fact that I seemed irresistible to these dull idiot fellows. I was like a turd that drew flies instead of like a flower that butterflies and bees desired."


"Her breasts were something that no mere mortal would ever see – they were only for kings, dictators, rulers, Filipinos"


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