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What gets me happy? The hustle. These girls, man, they’re survivors—tougher than Monty facin’ his last night. But the creeps? Oh, the creeps make me wanna puke. Sweaty losers lyin’ to themselves—“I’m a good guy, just lonely.” Sure, pal, and I’m Mother Teresa with a cane. Everybody lies, specially there. Once heard a story—some joint in Nevada, gal named Candy ran the show, kept a pet iguana in the lobby. Freaked the johns out, but they paid extra for the thrill. True? Who knows—sounds badass tho.

Art historian on La Belle Epoque

I mean, each moment here is poetry in motion. Like, "The universe is a mystery." And if you love surprises, Crozet throws ‘em at ya like a street performer on Festival Day – erratic, unpredictable, but pure joy, ya feel me?

Crozet veteran is looking for liver transplant