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"I wish I knehat that meant, Victor"

"Three words, my friend: Prada, Prada, Prada"

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On a sht of not-too-steep stairs and through a dark corridor: a long bar ranite, walls lined with distressed-metal sconces, a medium-sized dance floor, a dozen video monitors, a small alcove that can easily convert into a DJ booth, a roo fro In other words: The Fundaht and you think you are that flashing light

"Ah," I sigh, looking around the room "The club scene"

"Yes" JD nervously followsbottles of Diet Melonberry Snapple he bought us

"There’s so beautiful about it, JD," I say "Admit it, you littlemy manly scent must make you want to faint"

"Victor, don’t get too attached," JD warns "I don’t need to tell you that this club’s going to have a short life span, that this is all a short-term business"

"You’re a short-terranite bar: chills

"And you put a lot of energy into it, and all the people who -hey, don’t snicker-in the first place go somewhere else"

I yawn "That sounds like a hoot lost" Waverly Spear-our interior designer, dead ringer for Parker Posey-sweeps in wearing sunglasses, a clingy catsuit, a wool beret, followed by a hip-hop slut fro an I AM THE GOD OF FUCK T-shirt

"Why so late, baby?"

"I got lost in the lobby of the Para down the stairs"

"Ooh"

"Plus, well" She ruh her black-bowed rhinestone -dotted Todd Oldham purse "Hurley Thompson’s in town"

"Continue"

"Hurley Thompson is in town"

"But isn’t Hurley Tho the sequel to Sun City 2? Sun City 3?" I ask, vaguely outraged "In Phoenix?"

Waverlyme from JD

"Hurley Thompson, Victor, is in the Celine Dion Suite at the Para to persuade someone not to use a rubber as we speak"