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A White Pussy (1968)

Story (1968)

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A White Pussy

bar near the train depot, has changed ownership 6 times in a year. it went from a topless joint to a Chinaman to a Mexican to a cripple and back and forth like that, but I knew it best sitting there looking out at the tower clock of the train station through a half-open side door. it's a fair enough bar—there aren't any women there to bother you. just a bunch of cassava-eaters and badminton players and they left me alone...

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