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[bikinuswax]

My producer just rang and dropped a nice little bomb. Now there's a hole blown wide in my schedule: a hole two whole hours tomorrow night? Freed. It seems the Pussy-eating Pussies ate some bad you-know-what in Moscow and are too bent over the toilet to make their flight to London. I was set to catch their gig and exchange words in the after, but

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[king_of_mods]

what's vis-a-vis? i'll vis-a-vis you whichever way you like. i'm i gonna need a flannel?

[bikinuswax]

A thousand pardons, darling, but the two hours ended up a hot orgy of me, a book, and a bottle of wine. Decompression is underrated, don't you think?

[bad_hangman]

Ever had a lock-in in a pub with an already locked door? You're welcome to a Moll preview before the re-opening. That kind of thing seems to be just your tempo.

[bikinuswax]

My tempo changes by the minute, revving with the time, the place, the person... who will be the other inmates at your lock-in?

[bad_hangman]

Whoever drags their sorry carcass along. There's a general ragtag mob of degenerates hanging around, headed up by my prick of a bar manager, Iqbal. And my girls. The party never stops for them.

Bring whomever you deem acceptable for company.

[bikinuswax]

My carcass is never sorry - that's how I wriggle. Since you've convinced me that the party never stops, I'll stop by it and see what's swinging.