I know enough to know that that great big, dumb cowboy crap of yours don't appeal to nobody except every jockey on 42nd Street.<quoted text>loooooser biatch my last time doing cocaine was my teens on 42nd street in new york... as a metter of fact it was my year and a half in bayview womens detention center for prostitution, assaualt and battery of a police officer and cocaine possessioin that ended that sh!t
You're pickin' trade up on the street like that. That's nowhere. I mean, you gotta get yourself some kind of management. You need my friend O'Daniel. He operates the biggest stable in town, in fact, in the whole god-damned Metropolitan area.