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Now all is lost. You need money and have resorted to working in the
King's court as a jester and sometimes strip-joint owner. No one pays
attention to you and you decide to take out a bazooka and blow the
town up. Except that you're not in a town and you don't have a
bazooka. Then: The most striking woman walks into your court and asks
why a good-looking guy like you is working as a jester. You drop the
juggling balls and look up her...
