I'm leaving the bathroom at Speakeasy, the nom de guerre of a house I'm sure is on its way to becoming legend, and I am rather charmingly greeted by this contemplative cowboy. He enters and sits down, pondering and thinking in such seriousness that I would give him as many pennies as I could muster for a single solitary thought. The bathroom was mostly unremarkable, yet unforgettable, as it is the place I will alway remember for my rendezvous with this lone ranger. 4/5
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