On three consecutive nights, three separate men tried to pick me up. One was a professional ukulele player. Another said my name at least twice in EVERY sentence he spoke. The third was a manure distributor…not sure if that means he sells manure to outlets across the region or if he actually goes outside and shovels and rakes manure.
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