Camelot East

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I decided to go in Camelot East looking for a job today. Strangely, the dim room smelled not only of the impending, bustling almost-sex-for-hire near-redolence unique to just-opening titty bars, but also of rotten cotton candy and lemon bleach infused with Doritos or dirty feet, I couldn’t say which. As I performed my slow, sensuous

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(For an explanation of what Camelot East is and why I am writing crazy stuff about it, see the Camelot East #1 entry on October 15.) Camelot East strutted into my office, a cigarette clutched in her mitt and a lie dangling from her lips, bouncing more than the cigarette even. “Sit down,” I said,

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(For an explanation of what Camelot East is and why I am writing crazy stuff about it, see the Camelot East #1 entry on October 15.) Camelot East was goosed — and geesed! — Right where she’d expect it least. “Oh my!” She cried, Then blushed, Then died Of a lust she had thought long