Ya just can't miss Robbie's on the way down to the Keys to feed the hogs.
And then, if you have too many cocktails down on Duval Street, you can slip a twenty to one of these guys to pedal your arse right to your hotel room, I think I may have found a new yob.
This is the parking lot at the Hog's Breath Saloon, Gary Fisher would be proud.
The preferred mode of evening travel to and from Sloppy Joes, and the preferred company.
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