2:50 pm, Camp Street:
Young gay hipster, all Ben Sherman plaid shirt, skinny jeans and Ray Bans, flailing arms indignantly, telling his bored female friend about his "total bitch" of a boss.
3:00 pm, Pleasant St.:
A freshly dead parrot carcass, flattened on the brick banquette
11:30 pm, Canal St.:
Five police men in the foyer of the Ritz Carlton. A trail of blood on the marble floor leads from door to elevator, a demitasse sized pool of blood in the elevator.
Another trail on floor 3.
11:32, Ritz Lobby:
My friend's friend: "What happened?" Concierge: "I don't know."
Janitor, with mop, furtively: "um...just a lil Ike and Tina, you know."
12:01 am, Royal St.:
Two prostitutes, both in white shorts and Burlington Coat Factory heels, leaning on the gate of the police station, mopping the sweat off their brows, half-heartedly trying to solicit us.
RUPAUL’S DRAG RACE: Monopulence!
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Drama! Drama in the Werk Room! We were chatting about the show earlier in
the week (as we tend to do) and noted that we kind of like this season
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8 comments:
Well, I have to say this: your streets are aptly named, aren't they?
I blame all evil in the world on skinny jeans!
lol..just love fendor comment.
ah...its so nice to view the City..cause it is the only City we really have here.the other are just cow towns
Marry me. I think I love you.
Why thank you, anonymous. I've already picked out the china.
Where on Pleasant St? That used to be my street.
Near Camp or so, I think.
It is indeed a very Pleasant St. isn't it?
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