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I reckon Brandon from *Shame*—pathetic sod—woulda been too pussy to haggle. Me? I’d stare ‘em down, “Let’s see the menu, Clarice,” all suave, watch ‘em squirm. Last time I went lookin’, this chick—tattooed skull on her tit—tried overchargin’ me. Pissed me right off—nearly carved her up for the cheek! But nah, kept it cool—paid her, fucked her, left her tremblin’. “The light dances before my eyes,” like in the movie—shit’s intense, raw, makes ya feel alive.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Cornelius is the old man who helps run Rose's Bed and Breakfast in Modoc in He seems to have a form of senile dementia, and it is hard to obtain any.

I gets mad sometimes, like when city noise rumbles near my spa at midnight! "We hates it!" I shout to the empty streets. The madness makes me see how precious quiet moments are.

Tribute Wall | Dustin Cornelius (Buffalo)