An older gentleman dressed in casual plaid walked by and nodded at the street whore secret agent.He hurried on,worried that someone might have witnessed the exchange.
That gentleman was Mr. X,one of her tricks.
Staunch pillar of society by day,secret butt fucking faggot at night.
They would meet in a flea bag motel room under the Brooklyn Bridge and she would dance gaily to the sounds of Handle while he touched his bare cock and giggled like a parrot.
A pimp noticed her talking to the air and walked up to her.
"I ain't seen you around here before.Who is you,bitch?"
"I am Bumbarella,Sir,Queen of the Firmament."
"Yeah,well,if you wanna stand on my street corner you work for me.You understand me,bitch?"
"I dare say not,you disagreeable little rodent!"
Suddenly the pimp unzipped his pants and Andy Worhol popped out of a fake rubber disguise.
Boop
"Heh heh, I would really like to give you a screen test.It will take hours.If not days."
"Sorry, I gave up my dreams of stardom when the Globe burned down.I'm still going to therapy for that one."
"Well,look,not far from here there is a Kingdom where the Golden Shoes of Supra lay hidden in a garden guarded by a three headed dragon.Go there and fetch it and I will give you one my silkscreen paintings.You like Mao?"
"Oh,drool,"she blubbered.
And that's the first of Bumbarella's many misadventures.
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