That whole jazz about trust is in the end. People are weird. I wouldn't trust any of you random mother fuckers if you came up to me on the street.
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Also, there was a dude walking around, asking for money, and trying to sell shirts he had painted... If you agreed to give him a buck or so, he'd stick his hip out toward you and have you put the money in his pocket. I think he just wanted to be touched.