Day like night
hot traffic
He lights up his Lucky Strike
Slams the door to the peep show booth
pulls down the brals
Stops in a twenty-five cent
She moves her heels to rock'n'roll
Coughs mucus and neon
Waves her long Chesterfields
Presses her pussy against the glass pane in front of his mouth
He lives in a free country
She lives in a free country

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