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After Hours

   Lenny Bruce, seated on a rickety stool, cigarette dangling from his lips, slumping forward, shoulders slack. His mouth puckers, jumping his cigarette to attention, as he draws in fiercely, then exhales a series of bluish halos that float and … Continue reading

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