I wasn't able to crash until roughly 40 plus hours...I wandered into a bar called the Spijker...it''s a neighborhood leather bar just down the street from where I''m staying....how''d that happen...hmmmm. Molly Hatchet was playing loud and hard from the oder emanating out of the basement establishment. It appeared as if I had entered a session of
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;-)
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you are a vixen, er, uh, something
i am jealous
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