Oh, my fucking lord; how surreal is that. I love the images of the forties and fifties; it was a time that we were sure of ourselves and the art kept rolling off Madison Avenue like a GM plant.
He's all thinking "poppa's gonna get a stinky pinkie tonight..." Well that just filthy!
"the" mrs.- Why yes. Very surreal. Everything wholesome and mainstream was just a facade for the seedy underbelly, the out-of-the-way bath houses, the whore houses. Remind anyone of Emler Gantry?Ms Bees- I just don't know what to think of you. Charming and filthy....that is you to a 't'.
We'll just have to see about that...
Ah, "out-of-the-way bath houses". I remember them fondly. My favorite was the Baths of Caracella. Lovely place, really; lots of slave boys. where, oh where did the slave boys go to?
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