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The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving watch collector from Switzerland with a low grade obsession and a penchant for Rolex. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with a ladies TT DJ. My father would post on TRF, he would flip. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the term LNIB. Sometimes he would accuse rotors of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the WIS possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers changing watch bands, lug hole lessons. In the spring we'd go to Basel. When I wore a fashion watch I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with a NATO - pretty standard really.
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