Barman:
And so, this cousin of mine keeps writing me to come on down to New Orleans. "Come on down. Help me with the bar. Make a pile of money." You know, I don't think I'd get along in a big city. It's too full of fast men and loose women. Begging your pardon, ma'am. Ah, no. Now, I'm too used to a quiet, simple country life.
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