“She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.” – Raymond Chandler
Like sands through the hourglass…
Goodby, Baby … and Amen!
Let us pray,” said Dr. Jesus to the rent boy. “Wouldn’t you rather have a massage,” replied the blond youth (…)
Let us pray,” said Dr. Jesus to the rent boy.
“Wouldn’t you rather have a massage,” replied the blond youth (…)
DIME A DOZEN: Fragments from Unwritten Pulp Novels
It was written in the stars.
She wanted no witnesses.
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