Douglas Mackenzie was sitting in his favorite whorehouse for the second straight hour without having been acknowledged. Most who knew him agreed that he was the least self aware man they had ever encountered and wouldn't know what to do with a sense of humor were it hot-glued to his face.
Their estimations were justified when he suddenly shouted, without a grin and out loud to no one in particular: "Hey! Who do you gotta fuck to get fucked around here?"
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