Where else can you walk into the hair salon down the block and ask the stylist if he has the time and inclination to play with your hairy parts, and he says, "Sugar, just gimme me thirty minutes to finish that man on the sidewalk"?
Thirty minutes later, while he's playing in those hairy parts of yours, he tells you how he misses the old Canal Baths. He says, "People don't believe me, but I was there one night, cruising this midget, and who do you think I see twirling 'round the corners of the hallways but Rock Hudson."
I'm just sayin' ...
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