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There's an Army on the Dance Floor

Ziegfield girls with Gatling guns in complete synchronization, decked out in Erté. Watch your step, soldier, for what's often considered foreplay. Much like Peter and the Wolf, one thing leads to another on this daisy chain, and as you know, Burke's only jealous of Lorainne. I'll tell you what, dress warm for the cocaine snowstorm, and there'll be a place alongside such an ingenue. But what a terrible let down it would be to find out she was always smarter than you.
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56 / M / The Exclusion Zone
For You?
Written by
Carlo-C-Gomez
56 / M / The Exclusion Zone
Published
Apr 21, 2021
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19·82
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Erté (pronounced AIR TAY): Romain de Tirtoff's pseudonym; he was a 20th-century artist and designer in an array of fields, including fashion, jewellery, costume and set design for film, theatre, and opera.

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#satire#commentary#fashion#showgirls#newyork#dancing#misogyny#drugs#popculture
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