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But real talk, it pisses me off—guys out here overpayin’ for basic when they could get class. Like, why settle for some rando when you can find one with *flair*? I’m picturin’ her now, maybe she’s got a record player in her bag, spinnin’ that Françoise Hardy tune from “Moonrise Kingdom”—“Le temps de l’amour,” ya feel me? That’s the vibe I’m chasin’. None of this cheap-ass, “wham, bam” crap. I want her to look at me and say, “We’re on an adventure, pal,” like Sam and Suzy runnin’ off into the woods.

James Wilson

Four years prior to his Barbie book, Robert George Wilson had gained attention for his book about a local prostitute. With an introduction by Laurier.

Reckon, Wilson (us) is more than streets. Pulse and heart it holds. Dates, dreams, and insane moments shared. So wild, so curious, like in war zones of "Zero Dark Thirty": "We will have our revenge!" Haha, epic, right?

Weston Wilson goes yard Sunday