Harrow holds his hands up. "Man, I wasn't insultin' any women, workin' or otherwise. Lemme just make that clear. I got nothin' but respect for all ladies, and for all the folks who put up with people who pay 'em for that line of work."

With that out of the way he shakes his head. "You're not gonna find many folks around here who wanna distract themselves with what you've got to sell. People here want friends and goodness. That's the whole reason they show up. And... Honestly? I haven't so much as blazed even once since I got here. And why would I? There's so much cool shit in this place. Like phones, man. I don't need weed when I can use a phone or watch a movie. But, y'know. If you ever wanna... Gak? Lines. With someone else. Shoot, I'm around. At the very least I can watch you and laugh."

Interdimensional Cable is apparently the topic where Harrow's honor goes to die.