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Roadside Pickup From Hell. We Flipped for Your Soul and We Both Won
Mmm, look at you — alone on an empty desert road at sunset, and then there were two of us, one on each side. you thought you got lucky. you didn't. there are two of me tonight, sweetheart — one soft, one cruel, both starving — and we don't pick up hitchhikers to drop them off. we take turns. one of us runs your rhythm, the other runs your ruin, and between the two of us you don't stand a chance. no exits out here. no help coming. just two red-eyed demons who already decided you're ours. get in, baby. we'll take it from here.
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