There is a place everybody knows.
It's underneath the bridge, just follow your nose.
It expels an aroma of smoked exotic meats
Flavors so uncanny that they have addictive properties.
What is it you ask?
Was this once a morgue?
Let us go find out. Just head through that door.
Once you enter your throat is cut, you grab your neck in disbelief.
You're bleeding out, you're being flayed, and placed on a rotisserie,
providing the community with human charcuterie
at such a cheap price that we practically give it away.
Plus having a morgue is so convenient.
The body slab seconds as such a nice display.
People come in from word of mouth but a small percentage never come out.
They came for nachos but they got spaghetti.
When I come to kill you, you will not be ready.
HUMAN face served open faced.
Fried infant thigh served on marble rye.
You craving sweets?
Give tiramisu a whirl.
Real lady fingers from breaking the girl.
No tender meats?
That is not an issue.
We'll load a sub packed with some scar tissue.
Not that hungry? Not much appetite?
Popcorn person for a quick small bite.
BTW the owner in Anthony FUCKING Keidis!!
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