Yeah, I know this is a blatant ploy to draw new readers, but I'd rather think of it as an erotic stroll down mammary lane.
Our older readers (Rhod, LL and Daisy) probably remember lining up at the Bijou on a Saturday morning. The stench of JuJuBees and Sugar Daddys would fill the heavy air. Suddenly the houselights would lower, a shrill cheer would rise from the prepubescent throng, and Tarzan would introduce us to the wonders of jungle life.
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