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Requiem For A Stripper #40

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I kissed Jen Ann goodbye and told her I'd be at the Gilded Daffodil by 10 pm to see her show. Then I headed for Pico Boulevard. That was where Eddie's Flower Shop was located.

Whistling Eddie came by his moniker honestly. He was always whistling, although I never could figure out if it was an actual tune or not. He really was everything I told Jen Ann he was. And less.

His shop closed at 8 pm but the backroom dealings went on until well after midnight. There was always a poker or crap game going on until dawn...

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    Christopher 11 months ago

    Only three tonight. I have to throttle it back just a bit because I've been doing a bit more research, so the writing has slowed down some.

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    Richard Hunt 11 months ago

    I’m amazed you’ve been able to keep up the story so far. Not easy to do it in 100 word segments.

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    Neville Hunt 11 months ago

    I appreciate how quickly you got us up to speed, Christopher. And what a treat to see Whistling Eddie and Aristotle are still in bloom! Necessary evils I guess.

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    Christopher 11 months ago

    Thanks, Richard and Neville.

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