DUBROVNIK, Croatia (below a picture from our apartment)
TROG (above) {he got more than her number, mustache ride with a bloody face and no she didnt punch him.}
Even in Florence, Italy our friend who now goes by the name "Joseppi" (he will no longer respond to Joe) found a grandma trog ( I think she is nearly extinct.) She even sewed his name onto a piece of paper, and yes he returned the favor!
My point, there is hope for all, where ever you may be in this world, in a Portland shit hole like my main man Hendo (grandpa trog hunter) or in Florence, Italy....
So before I part, I would like to leave you with one last thought.
Finding the Trog is only half the battle, the other half is trying to open her legs!!!!
yours truly,
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