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So I’m stumblin’, lookin’ fer a lass, right? Streets all twisty, dark—like that bit in the movie, “the favela’s a maze, man!” I see this gal, winkin’, smokin’—proper fit, yeah? I go, *mimes walking, trips, waves awkwardly* “Hullooo!” She laughs—bloody hell, I’m red as a lobster! Made me happy, that—silly ol’ me, charmin’ ‘em accidental-like. But then—BAM!—some bloke, her pimp prob’ly, storms up, all “Who’s this prat?!” *mimes dodging a punch, flails* Nearly shat meself!

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I walked by the cracked door to see Josh in a room surrounded by women of every kind in another bar-like set-up. Cushions upon cushions of girls. The lightbulb clicked, and to be honest, it was .

I gotta warn ya – the city ain’t all rainbows. The streets like 5th and Liberty sometimes make me mad, cuz the traffic’s a nightmare. Ughhh, I mean, come on! But every cringey traffic jam is just another weird part of Fountain’s charm. It’s like, “Oh, come on life, give me a break!” then I snap my fingers and go “That's what she said!” and laugh at my own joke.

Thursdays on Fountain to kick off May 29