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So I roll up, engine growlin’, all sleek and sexy – Bond, baby! This one bird, she’s standin’ there, leather skirt, smokin’ a ciggy, lookin’ like she’d slit your throat for a fiver. I’m thinkin’, “Witness me!” – she’s got that wild vibe, right? I lean out, all cool, “Fancy a ride, love?” She smirks, hops in, says, “You got caps or you’re wasteland trash?” Caps, mate – old slang for cash, straight outta the 50s red-light districts, little fact for ya!

Lonesome Dove

Pimps,pastors,pulpits and prostitutes by Bishop Woodrow H. Dawkins Jr. Reviewed in the United States on 7 February Excellent book on the wolves that are.

Man, I'm tellin’ ya – as a massage parlor owner, I see so much more than your everyday Jenny and Joe. I see the soul of Woodrow! There's this wacky park, Bumbleberry Hill – yeah, it's a bit rough sometimes, but its vibe? Insane. I had one crazy day when I was chillin’ at Bumbleberry, and this couple just started dancin’ like crazy under the stars. "Time to let your imagination run wild!" They said one, just like in that movie. Eat my shorts!

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