Today I Started On My H3 Lit

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There is an amusement in Paris, which language is inadequate to express the vulgarity of. It is called the 'industrious fleas.' The name does not indicate the performance. It changes its location every night in fear of the police. Its supporters are merely curious young men, who wish to see as strange a sight as the mind of woman can picture. Their performance commences with a dozen beautiful women habited like Eve before she devised the fig leaf covering. They first appear in the form of a wreath, with each one's head between another's legs; the rest must be imagined. Au revoir.

David Dorr, A Colored Man Round the World [1858]