STRATEGY
I'd like to ramp up this oasis
into a real resort. Five bucks
for a small cup of water.
Everything three times the
price. The shits will still
come here : all those silly
mad-ass bikers and their
deep-diving babes. Tattoos
on their foreheads and
swaggers in their shades.
Twice a year, we got 'em,
guaranteed. They know
no better, take it from me.
Just keep feeding them
watery beer. If they can
make it to Oswego, they
can make it to here.
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