Picked up a geezer on Northwood Ave last night....started ranting in his best Mun accent the moment he stepped into my office...about the romanian prozzie that fuked him out of her gaff, had paid his money,was all geared up and ready to shlam her...she didn't want to be shlammed apparently...."what's wrong with you...is there something wrong with me?!!!"....he kept sayin...over n over...there was three things that i was too professional to point out to him,the smell of gargle,smoke and his piss smellin trackie bottoms....maybe he might cut back on his demand to shlam them in future!!