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 "Stop acting like the Queen then and come on in and get yourself a drink."

"All right," the man said … "Hi, everybody."

"Hi …"

"Everything's on the bar … dahling … help yourself."

The man followed by the young boy went to the bar.

Suddenly, everyone was talking again. A buzzing came from everywhere. Someone turned on the radio.

"Girls, when Claude plays I get so carried away … I just could cut my wrist …"

"Here … then …"

"Ah … take away that razor."

"May, you don't have any blood left in those veins anyway … Nothing but gin."

Someone asked, "Honey, get this actress a drink, will you?"

"Get it yourself, scandal girl, I'm busy."

"Well, I said to her, I said, 'Mary, if you think I'm going to bed with a sister of mine, you're out of your mind.' Why honey, I was so upset at that faggot. Imagine me with a sissy bitch like her. She knows I go for truck drivers."

"When we came into the room, they were having a mad sixty-nine party. So, honey … I got undressed and carried on … It was simply wild."

"There's a new glory hole over in the bus station and it's grand. You can get the best looking things there. Why I had four in no time at all. I met the cutest marine there. He just got in from Korea and was he loaded … I wanted to keep him but he had to leave. I go out of my mind just thinking about him. I met another one later but he wasn't so hot …"

"That place is red hot, Mary … You'd better change your cruising grounds."

"Is it … I didn't think it was."

"Mary, that's the hottest place in town!"

"My … God … and it's such a gay place … are you sure."

"Certainly I'm sure. The vice squad practically lives there … bunch of bastards … they hang around there like a bunch of vultures. You know Jill? That big red-faced bitch? She has a face 208