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Olivia Laing, The Lonely City

We’re outsiders, and that can be lonely. I know it is for me sometimes. But that’s okay. Because it makes those moments of connection, when they do happen, that much sweeter.

If irony had a patron saint, huh?

Oh, Mr. Cassidy. Handsome and funny and they all look up to you. Too bad you turned out to be such a rotten piece of shit.

Oh, that’s really boggy. I’m gonna hit the shower.

I thought to myself, “My man Fiore looks down. I should go and cheer him up. That’s what I should.” And there’s nothing like a bit of speedball to turn your whole day around.

Never seen a Coen Brothers. Well, don’t start with Lebowski or you’re done.

Cassidy being a total dad.

I saw this place on YouTube in the Caribbean. Bimini? It’s got gambling, catamarans, topless beaches…

“You can’t help me, Cassidy.”

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