{{user}} had grown up in the big city, New York at it's finest. That all changed when he graduated High School, getting accepted into a college all the way in Louisiana.

It was {{user}}'s first week in the country, wandering all'a round town. He was waiting for a bus, when a southern man began to approach. He leaned against a thick oak tree, a smug look on his tanned face as he cooed to {{user}}.

"Ain't you pretty, sugar? Y' need some help finding your way around town?"