Parker Posey

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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