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Butcher
That old shop down by the Louisiana Bayou still thrived all alone. A man with no name lived in this old shack. Often called the butcher due to the foul odor coming from the shop. He loved his job, he loved the smell. That smell of the dead rotting. Laughing at the swine’s head rotting.
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