The door flimsy creaked open, releasing a fetid cloud
composed of the foul odors generated in the room. Scattered about the room were
a number of men and women, skinny and disheveled. Some were imbibing unknown
substances while others were engaged in strange acts of perversion. In the back
of the room on a dais stained with a variety of fluids was the man I was
looking for. Unlike the addicts, this man had rolls of fat sagging on every
part of his body and skin like old leather, the price the aged debauch had paid
for years of indulgence.
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