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Money. Yep that's what it's all about. That and sex. But I don't have sex. So... money.

I got my first tip-out from (the) Garage, as a pantry cook (read: bottom-feeder) and it was more, for one month, than I've been tipped out in the last six months as the kitchen manager at Hoyt's.

Mr. Hoyt did give me a bonus for doing his job for the last three weeks, and it was twice what I'd've guessed he would have so that was cool too.

I have money to burn. Who wants me to turn them on to something they hav'n't tried before? Strictly on the level of course.