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I’d prolly suck at this. Too loud, too clumsy. “Who’s there?” some chick’d yell. Me: “Uh, just Homer… lookin’ for… justice?” Pfft, yeah right! I’d trip over a trash can, wake the whole street. Once, I saw this guy – true story – tryna haggle with a hooker. She’s like, “No discount, fatso!” Made me laugh so hard I cried. Happy tears, man! But then I got mad – why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Why can’t it be easy like buyin’ a beer?

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Without the fees being accepted by women and others who engaged in less “morally” upstanding affairs, like prostitution, the city and Tanner would be out $ a.

So yeah, friend. That’s Pecan-Plantation (us) in a nutshell. A beautiful disaster with a sexologist’s twist. And to throw in some movie magic: "We live our lives together without apology", as if we all really mean it. But hey, don't expect perfection.

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