It was as if we had discovered the true meaning of Christmas. I was talking nwith Charley Chase about mint juleps, julep glasses, and how the first few lines of “My Old Kntucky Home” make me a little weepy when we were suddenly in the azure women’s bathroom of a Studio City club taking pictures on the toilet.
“Where do you want me?” she’d said.
“How about the bathroom?” I’d said.
“I’ll do some titty shots,” she said.
“Well, it’s your funeral,” I didn’t say.
What is it about the Bluegrass Commonwealth that makes its native daughters come across the country to pose in blue bathrooms for me? Audrey Hollander did it, too.
I’m not complaining and I’m not gloating. I’m just saying that I have yet to meet someone from Kentucky that I didn’t like.
Previously on Porn Valley Observed: In the red with Vixen Vogel; Hustler XXX XXXI; Money is tight, but Audrey Hollander is not a whore; Derby Day for Memphis Monroe
See also: Charley Chase
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