Time to bust outta this place, amigos. Time to strike out into the unknown— well, lesser known— and visit city cousins, because we are definitely heading toward the city. No Hoi Polloi allowed where we’re going— nothing but royalty and coronation balls. I would make a joke here but lowering standards is beneath us today, okay? Today hamburger is not on the menu. More like foie gras— to the more common among us, goose liver. Not just any goose liver, though. This is, like I said, foie gras, a mixture of specially fattened goose liver to please the palate if the mind. And of the ears.
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