"Hark! Who goes there?"
"Tis thy mild traveler who carryeth gold to pay for needed lodgings!"
"Gold," the owner derides. "You mean to tell me you don't have a pouch of tobacco, a half-pound of sugar...coffee, medicines, opioids, marijuana, beer, whiskey... for fucks sakes!?"
"But I have gold! Sir! Silver! And precious metals!"
"But not a place to sleep! Nor anything to eat!?" The owner of the
Inn said with a genuine smile....
(Peace! More to come...)
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