This sounds like a right town. So you take the job, and you settle down in the town. And of course neither one of 'em is right, they're just like all the others. The job stinks. The town stinks. You stink. And there's not a goddamned thing you can do about it. All you can do is go on like the other guys go on. The guy giving haircuts to dogs and the guy sweeping up horse manure. Hating it. Hating yourself. And hoping.
Jim Thompson
A Hell of a Woman
1954
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