TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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Last night's pictures are unpublishable (or maybe too publishable) because they involve a stranger, tequila, and a photobooth located conveniently outside the bathroom that I was waiting to use at Treat Street.
What can I say? She wore red lipstick. Now I must drink goblets of filtered water and runaway to a job interview downtown.