Picking a Bone With Panhandlers

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I believe my scent attracts panhandlers. I don’t know what it is, but maybe my Old Spice deodorant gives them the sense that i’m overflowing with money. Truth is, i’m not. I don’t really mind people coming up to me and asking for money, because I see this as a chance to get to know somebody new and have a nice conversation. Apparently mostĀ of them don’t seem to see it that way.

Let me tell you about my most recent encounter:

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