I once went to bed with a hooker from Baltimore. She told me, with tears in her eyes and coke stains upon her nose, "Go West young man, go West and grow u--".

Unfortunately she passed away before she could finish her sentence. As she had cost me a mere $17, I assumed she did not have the education to be quoting Greeley, a sage man. Rather, I assumed that she was telling me to go to the room to the West, where I would find Daryl, the quasi-male, quasi-female partner of her's. Upon entering the room I was accosted by Daryl, whose satin negligee still shrouded the mystery, demanding to know what happened to some hooker nearby. I waved a wad of dosh in Daryl's face, requesting his undivided attention; we had matters of utmost urgency to attend to. After paying her another $15 (the cad!), and when the matter was good and settled, I exited the squalid hovel, leaving the ambiguity sobbing horrendously despite being $15 richer. Some people don't know how to prioritize.