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Requiem For A Stripper #162

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I got up around eight p.m., slipping on some brown trousers and a blue pullover sweater. I got a comfortable pair of brown loafers out of the closet, put them on and then left my apartment.

I stopped at The Feed Bag, a new restaurant that opened just down from my office, and had what turned out to be a pretty good dinner. After a T-bone steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, and an ear of corn I was ready to head to the Gilded Daffodil to watch the current lady in my life take her clothes off in public...

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