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I was just trying to enjoy a hotdog, you know? One of those pricier artisanal ones, too. With ketchup crafted from heirloom tomatoes straight off the vine, buns baked with flour milled by the very buttocks of the gods themselves, and dogs made from cows that were raised in isolation tanks, already brined and tender. That kind of shit.
