If I were a Wild West cowboy, I wouldn’t ride a horse—I’d ride a wheelchair. More romantic.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun…

… and her name was Freedom.

It’s a lot like the Wild West out here… just with tea shops instead of saloons. Wild West Sahara, that is.

I don’t see any reason to let law interfere with justice around here. We never did before.