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Jul 11, 2007
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Luscious
Karen and I drove
down the seedy part
of Brookpark Road
in Cleveland.
On one side of the street were boarded up strip clubs
with one sole survivor:
The old "Crazy Horse"
across from the Days Inn
where they charge by the hour
and the skanks come 2 for 1.
But the neon was burnt out
on a few of the letters
making the sign read:
"The Crazy Ho."
We savored the luscious irony.— Conect11, Jul 11, 2007
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barbsdad2003
19 years ago
Reminds me somehow ...
Conect11
19 years ago
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