SL/Retired Milo was Security/Pool Maintenance Man/Pot Farm ambassador

Since Milo's "retirement" I've no choice but to think seriously about what to do with my property.
One idea is to spread hot lava all over the place and walk away, since lava requires very little maintenance. If I return home and find someone's Inventory items have turned to goo, or, say, hot lead, I will know I've had a trespasser.
Another thing would be to install quicksand all over the place, or better yet, hot quicksand, because I'm told there is a lava-quicksand hybrid you can buy now, which is all the rage in totalitarian sims that have Pacific themes.
One of Milo's jobs was to maintain the pool, so now I'm stuck with a pool that's hosted approximately 18 parties in the past several weeks and hasn't been drained once. Three fat guys, furries, a host from Nickelodeon, chips, fountain coins, you name it, all have been in my pool, not to mention several good-looking women, and I'd like to keep the good-looking women coming back, so if you know someone with pool maintenance/medicine skills, send him/her to me, stat.
Any pool guests would have to be choppered in, thanks to the lava, so I am also looking for an experienced pilot. (Milo is costing more than he knows!)
I had wanted to get the pot farm so big it covered the entire sim. In fact, I wanted to expand it to several islands so that it would be required to have its own ambassador. Milo was to be that ambassador, but he never knew it, aside from this paragraph, so if you're reading this, Milo, you can have the 'ass' from the middle of that word ambassador, because you blew a good opportunity, sir.
Maybe now that Milo is retired he can be that ambassador, since ambassadors are usually retired folks. So if you're reading this, Milo, the job is still open.

SL/House cleaning

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I sold some bottom land which long ago lost its beach and became the perfect viewing spot for, of all things, a gigantic banner of Iranian president Ahmadinejad's face.
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Milo said he knew I sold the land because lots of things got returned to his Inventory automatically (based on the new prim count), such as the couches in the house (D). He also said most of Yet's cars in the driveway disappeared (B), as well as the pot farm donated by Jenny (A). I solemnly asked if Woody (C) had made it. Woody survived the cut, I was told. I told Milo that it was very unfortunate that this all happened, but it was probably fortunate that (D) happened.

In other news: Prize Pyle informs me he must sell the roads, as well as the community pool (because of taxes). This is sad news, but I plan on asking Pyle if I can buy his pool and shift it to my estate once the land underneath it sells. This way, the neighbors aren't deprived of their pool.

Second Life/Yetrates Night

A Spanish ship.
...docked near this delightful tree house.
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This tree house is the best thing since sliced bread.
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Until I spotted the killer whale.
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Doing flips.
Closer, I saw that there was a shark in water too.
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A very unsafe place for kids.
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My first reaction was to zoom out and look for kids...
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I saw people flying around--out of harm's way.

'Flying around,' likely because the town had certain areas above sea level.
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Then I saw the bird.
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Perhaps the greatest thing ever.









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Several things about the place intrigued me.



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But I finally had to leave.
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Back at DragonFly Oasis. A street urchin performs.
She is astonishingly good.
But makes a so-so living.
I see gold coins in her guitar case.
What would happen if I tried to focus in on one?
Amazing.
Focusing out I see this incredible tail.
What a dominating tail.
What a fantastic creature!
Then I see another tail.
Another reason to zoom out.
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It's...a wolf.
A wolf who's in heat for the fox.
(I think.)
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The wolf finally settles down on its haunches.
My curiosity takes over.
Again with the zoom...
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The wolf beats a hasty retreat.
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Yetrates joins me in Oasis.
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I suggest we choose a random Event.
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We end up in Soho.
I can't stop nodding. Something she gave me makes me nod
compulsively.
I tell her: "I can't stop nodding my head in agreement with
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She spontaneously hugs me.
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The nodding stops.l
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North Beach, it's called.
By the ocean.
Steamer deck chairs.
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We sit.
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Restless again.
Time to Teleport.
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She wants to take me to this pot farm. (She IS Dutch, by the way :))
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I'm all in favor of this.
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I follow her into this cozy place called Rizzy's coffee shop.
I'm still in my recliner position.
From my point of view only my slippers have made it.
The slippers lead the way.
They have a nice chat with Rizzy.
Rizzy deals in pot.
Every stoner's dream: to see fast multiplying marijuana plants.
(Not so many that it crowds out good conversation...)
Rizzo was nice enough to put my advert on his wall.