BEFORE RIGOR MORTIS SETS IN
(working for a living in Old New YorK :
42nd Street, meat on the hoof)
'Hey, don't get me wrong, I like to stay stiff as
well as the next guy : but this is something different.
The signal light at the end of the stage is telling me
time is up; some guy's pants are down around his
knees, and those two girls there, well, I don't
need to say. This Roman debauchery is such... a
crock of shit to behold. Fourteen people are
standing outside just looking in - shoppers,
actually, from Dubuque and des Plaines. All
the touristy types usually end up here, but
they tip like the trickle at the end of
an old man's dick.'
(working for a living in Old New YorK :
42nd Street, meat on the hoof)
'Hey, don't get me wrong, I like to stay stiff as
well as the next guy : but this is something different.
The signal light at the end of the stage is telling me
time is up; some guy's pants are down around his
knees, and those two girls there, well, I don't
need to say. This Roman debauchery is such... a
crock of shit to behold. Fourteen people are
standing outside just looking in - shoppers,
actually, from Dubuque and des Plaines. All
the touristy types usually end up here, but
they tip like the trickle at the end of
an old man's dick.'
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