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Sammy, the Gat: “My Poppin’ Pupes Beat Retreat.”

(Glossary at end.) My poppin’ pupes beat retreat when they zero in on Lefty Louis. Now Lefty ain’t one to drop anchor in Prince Willie’s Wayward Wanderers’ Wasteland so I got reason to flip a finger around the flamer in my … Continue reading

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Sammy, The Gat: “Jingle My Tingles”

(Glossary at end. Click for Sammy, the Gat, catch-up.) The dame with the derringer arrows it at a slow-cruisin’ letch-stretch. I get in. And out. Then Belinda slow-dances me down a hall of mirrors to a big-label flyin’ coffin nail. … Continue reading

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