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But—ruh-roh!—then this greasy dude rolls up, all “Back off, pooch, she’s mine!” Pissed me off, man! I’m like, “Grrr, pal, I ain’t sharin’ no Scooby Snacks *or* dames!” He’s actin’ all tough, but I’m thinkin’, “This guy’s dumber than a bag o’ hammers.” Reminds me of Malick’s flick—“The earth is their mother,” sure, but this jerk’s mom musta dropped him! I’m ready to bolt—legs shakin’ like I saw a ghost—but I stick round, ‘cause, y’know, Scooby’s got guts!

What Alice Found

For the first time in print since , Alice: Memoirs of a Barbary Coast Prostitute presents the memoirs of Alice Smith and a selection of letters responding to her story. An introduction.

Alice streets? Oh, they're somethin'. Swing by Main/Elm, where the hustle never stops. Right there, you get that gritty feel, kinda like in Leviathan: "In the depths, every secret’s a whisper." I always think of that line when I walk through Foxy Lane—lit by neon signs and dreams at midnight.

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