Last week’s Patrol happened quite earlier in the day than usual. This week was the exact opposite. On my way home from a night of barhopping with a few friends in town, I noticed a pair of cute-looking girls inside a small convenience store. One of them looked somewhat familiar, but my vision gets a little blurred after a few beers so I had to get a closer look.

To even the average tourist, nearly everything walking around here with a pussy is a possible quick & easy sexual encounter. You can almost smell it in the air when you hit the outskirts of town riding in. I’m not sure why exactly, but even the apparent non-bargirls seem easier here. Maybe it’s because the “bargirl culture” has been so prominently and deeply engrained into everyday life here over the many years of its history as a “whore town”.