Enjoying a Vietnamese coffee with my old sparring partner Vinnie van Gogh and reminiscing about sex workers, sleeping in ditches, and a little dance they called the can-can. Anachronistically, I am wearing my Timberland boots even though it is twenty-three degrees celsius because they are the only articles of footwear I own just now that don't cause my feet to undergo the actual agonies and paralyzing rictus of hellfire [necrotic tissue pain from frostbite]. 🙏
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