Give Me Roses While I'm Still Here.

Shout out to the guy at the municipal waste dump who tried to sell me weed but used slang that I am so incredibly unfamiliar with that he had to keep simplifying his sell until he literally settled on "I am selling weed, do you want to buy some."

Exact opposite vibes of my new boss who last week asked me, a Portlander, if I was "aware of cannabis".

congratulations basil for winning the war on drugs.

The Gay Bar is the perfect equivalent to the tavern for a modern urban setting

Like it's a place that strange people go to enjoy themselves and drink and talk, and there's dancing too. It works as a great replacement for the medieval tavern as a gathering place for characters in television

And while yes, you can't get a room to sleep in at the gay bar, it is usually in an urban neighborhood so there might be a small local hotel nearby or something

In short, put a gay bar in your ttrpg if the setting is going to be more modern

can you find any quests at the gay bar?

Yes, it's called flyer walls

Also Fags love giving out quests to random passerby. Just yesterday I sent 7 men and 4 women to buy me gardening seeds in exchange for cursed artifacts

no-one would find it at all sexy at first but then in 20 years there'd be a thriving fetish scene where people develop elaborate codes and practices around culturally-embedded tropes from government porn

guy who can only get off when his dom pretends to be badly dubbed into quebecois french

if hiphop weren't real its existence would sound like an exceptionally heavy-handed metaphor about racism from a really cringe didactic fantasy novel. yeah the racialized underclass in this society, the one that's constantly derided by the ethnic majority as stupid and anti-intellectual, they have a complex artistic tradition based around improvisational poetry which is sometimes enacted on a competitive basis for dispute resolution. you get judged based on the subtlety of your wordplay and the complexity of your internal rhyme schemes. the dominant group periodically gets mad about how this doesn't count as real art like their own objectively more simplistic music and poetry because sometimes it has swears in it

The thing about being a tumblrina is that you provide such valuable contributions to the broader internet ecosystem and you get zero compensation for that. They should be giving us airline miles