I make my money selling speakeasy gin defying logic and law every time the blind pig comes to take his cut he wears a sickly look on his jaw I know I've got a tarnished reputation but man I sure can think on my toes I know it's not the finest station in life but sometimes that''s how it goes I am a man of low consequence I rarely recognize my fill but when I do I go to Ponchetrain and spend a little time with my still I am not qualified to evangelize or to straighten crooked dice but take it from your uncle call it bootlegger's advice vices are the spices of my life
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