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“Suzuki Todry sits down next to him [an allusion to this? Now Jenny Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Oh, the line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky's back in town — Bertolt Brecht, “Mack the Knife,” 1928]”

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Infomocracy

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