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He was a regular tart-student and went to the sinstitute. This was the big-show. The biggies came to San Francisco. But the show was always by stumble-upon, and not-listed in the sewer-guide. And I had never seen a porno movie, although I did-do a-study at a later-date.

One looked for the Dick-Tracy show. I even intimated right there - that for-him, there-must be a difference between men and woman. He was a dickster. The Coit-us was his lair. He waited and stalked, getting-position for the master-shot, a line-concocted to maximum combustion, a shot in the salivating kundalini of the tale. He reeled her-in with information foementers, to get the greatest range of come-backs of a-flutter. It was of that less than middle-class ethic made quite-chic in the latter-day fifties, as instanced by Doris Day and Rock Hudson movies. The concept was rampant then. She wanted it but played she didn't. He knew she wanted-it, so played she didn't until she-did. But really - all he needs is a black-why rentafux. Don't they hire out ?

Only this-guy cheated. He was not a free-agent. He worked for a sindicate, a porno-company. They would give-him education, confidence, method-sacking and technique; a lover, looking for a tourist-starstiff, a visitor of postcard country become a postcard-prostitute - for love. Talk about getting done-down. I wondered of-course about the-rationale. Here I was face-to-face, with a con-artist; a nice-seeming guy. Very friendly and open, to what he-was and did, and proud of-it if asked. And a Shepard he was, of women of course, looking for his staff. Could he live-up to-it ? Was he of some prominence ? Why not show-it to the world ? I am the greatest. We all do-it. Let's be open here. You-would like to-be - me. Coit Tower - it is a beautiful Coitus on-stage monument . It is even a peep-show with pay-swing telescopes on poles.

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