A certain persona was halfheartedly attempting to put the moves on my buddy the other evening. Even through my beer induced haze, I could tell that the...um...worker (?) was barely giving an effort, perhaps it was too late in the day and he had been out in the hot sun all afternoon with no luck. He
was looking a little rundown and dejected. I was longing for Wolf to show up and take him aside with a smirking "You're never gonna make it like that, Kid..."
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and how do you spell
hustle?
Poor thing was trying but received the coldest of cold shoulders.
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