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The good-guy was my weakness. OK - if you want to trade incidental casualties, in a game of Texas Hold-Up - will UpYou. Blind-man's bluff. Like 'all or nothing' Russian Roulette. I will have it all-or-nothing - Perioso. "But - I won't live with nothing." Or so-said God. But they were playing for world-stakes now. There is NoThing beyond this. I am the whole of my being. I am a Peacock in Be-See. "I like-for people to see-me.", was my theme. I-seem to please the ladies. But I was a day-tripper. I like the morning-light, especially off of breeze-whipped water, of frenzied light-scatter, a pure-artistic theatrical academician. A star-man. They are not-here. Where are they? They are the lost-tribes of Tribulation. It is the Gortian-Not and the Needle-Eye.

So how was it this New York sharpie - got-took by the Piazza-fountain Italian-stallion confidence bandits. In fact, they both-did and both lost all their money. Which is where I come-in - the good-guy. Such was the story: it was too embarrassing for them to even-acknowledge, as ever-happened. It just-did. "What Just Happened ?". As a-consequence - they were: if long-in short of money. They swallowed their hung-ups. The hole shebang blew up in their faces. The next-day money - Gorgone. Didn't ask-how, it was a tail of low. "What comes to Vegas stays in Vegas". Its called the Switcherue. She meets David of course. He is a charming-one, with Desi-of-Lucy cultured-accent. This is free-sex. She is going-Rome. She is a tourist. This is after-term-limit-love. I want sex says the man. I want sex and love says the woman. Well now that you mention it, don't we all, but this a tryst. The rules are not Affording to Hoyle.

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