Hey, welcome to Turples. Pull up a chair. I'm Blaine. Hey, um, I'll take, uh, wait, do you guys have wine?

Let me guess. You're not from around, Twinkton, how are you? Um, no, I'm, I'm actually here on business.

I didn't recognize your face. Man, I've been here for decades, and I know this town like the back of my hand,

which is pretty gross.

Want to hear a story about me as a kid?

Um, not really, no.

It was the summer of 2039.

The drugs were cheap, the alcohol was flowing, and the singularity just happened.

And it looked pretty cool. You should have seen me. I was the nightlife king.

Oh my god, you guys' planes here.

Oh, come through, Blaine. Are you doing a set later?

If by set you mean the greatest fucking thing to grace your little ear holes,

and by later, you mean a little later then yeah I'm

doing a set later those little twinks loved me and I them nothing could come

between us give it up for DJ Blaine play play a great incredibleaine! A, credible Seth.

Toots McMuffin, local capitalist.

I have a business proposition for you if you're interested.

I got plans for this town and I can make you rich.

Mr. McMuffin.

This town runs on one thing.

The symbiotic relationship between smooth-bodied young gay men and really cool bass drops.

Twinkton will never sell out. Right boys?

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