why are you talking like that?"
"Well hullo pretty little lady."
"The girls caught up," word traveled past the Bouncer in the apartment building's lobby.
"That's real gangstah Fergie."
"And that's a real shorty shorty."
"I had to wear my library shoes!"
"Wouldya care for an eshcort?"
"What's this one? Not sure I'm up for another funhouse."
"Whah, whah, whah this is the northern town samelike of the House of the Rising Sun," a guy took a dame's hand and ashed a cigar in her palm. "But we call it, see, we cawl it the House of Rising Sin."
"Sounds," a girl put her reading glasses into an eyeglass case and snapped it shut. A stoner jumped at the sound. "Paranoid are ya?" A look: me seeing you seeing me. "Vaguely familiar to every other place in this stinkin' city. Let's go to a movie instead."
"Step right up, step right up," a short guy with a thick mass of shortish hair produced a roll of carnival tickets from pants pocket.
"Don't you want a preview of the season's coming attractions?"
"I'm already drunk," someone groaned.
"What's the objective here?"
"This is about prerogative my good friends."
"Perogis? What time does this shindig really get going?"
"So we have to..." An unrolling of a teeny sheet of paper in a drink umbrella. "Choose between life-and-death knowing or not knowing and presonal choice?!"
"That makes sense," a recently Bar Mitvah'd kidboyman with a radiantly dreamy smile and perfectly straight teeth commented.
" From here on out whichever islands one visits this evening it will be about
A flashbulb went off. A track running gun was fired. The crowd gathering pushed forward.
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