Before taking last breath, my pal told me what I wanted to know. He told me I'd find what I needed at some local dive called "Cowboy Physics." All these joints look the same to me.
Can I help you, sir?
Yeah. I'm lookin' for your resident stripper.
She points me out to some young thing dancing for tips. I remember her from awhile back; a girl from the streets. She'd grown up. Filled out. But I ain't got time for this.
