’I once heard a theory about this town, this place where we work and wrangle, where we swindle and swive‘.
MAN’S VOICE (OVER): I once heard a theory about this town, this place where we work and wrangle, where we swindle and swive. It was told to me by this writer I knew. He said: ‘It’s only a dance, but then again, it’s the only dance.’ I’m not sure he’s right, but, anyway, he’s dead now…
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