Return to a tale of two titties 1992

Oh, fuck!

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh fuck me!

I'm a run the coke.

So how you talking to that loser again?

He's a nice guy.

He doesn't even wear a real fucking shirt.

Why'd you come to New York anyway?

You know why.

No, I want to hear you say it.

I came here to be a dancer. A dancer on Broadway.

Oh, like you're going to get real far doing that, hanging out with a schmuck like him.

All you're going to be doing is serving out drinks and wagging your tits in front of a bunch of old guys' faces.

See that guy over there in the silk shirt?

That's the kind of guy you should be hanging out with.

He personally knows a stagehand who can introduce me to the doorman at the Helen Hayes Theater.

Now that's thinking about your career.

I'm a coke. Thank you. My name is Algernon. I'm Sue. I've seen you here before.

Yeah, I work nearby. Actually, I come here to watch you dance. You're really very

good. I gotta get back to work.

So, can you really get me in the theater?

Yeah.

Oh

Oh, yeah.

Can I have a glass of water?

Did you see them?

Here you go. Oh, by the way, somebody left this for you.

How did we do?

Better than average for a Tuesday.

You ever want me to stop dancing?

No way, that's my favorite thing about owning this sleazy joint.

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