>>62023993"GRIFTERS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be GRIFTERS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE GRIFTERS" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $9 wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of conwoman after dark. "With a car, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.
