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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 98 prostitution. . ." The B-girls, and that little hook: 'Would you like to buy me a drink?' and if you'd fallen in love with a bottomless dancer, why just from the fact that she was dancing meant she could only drink champagne, then, 'There's a truckload of liquor,' she'd begin, more earnestly, 'rolling west across the interstate to the city. . .will you buy me that?' and hardly waiting for an answer resume 'there's a lot zoned commercial 80' by 130' out by the mall, will you get me that?' , as if he were the magic fish. Perhaps something from the last century. That Romantic Movement. There was Shelley's The Two Spirits. He took pen in hand and copied Night is coming! The red swift clouds of the hurricane. . . Weatherbound. February and the wind were at the door. "From Miami Beach," she said hurriedly, pointing, "old great-great grandmother has come down for us. We think you should be coming with us." He saw then waving, rouged Raggedy Ann whore-faces smiling and beckoning in one of the huge new beige-and- |