Anita Ekberg is 60 ft. long. She is lying down. On the great thoracic curve of her earth-mother's body there rises a bosom that suggests Vesuvius trying to whisper to Fujiyama. Ah, but she is only a paper doll. Anita has posed for a billboard photograph. In her hand is a glass of milk. A loudspeaker blares: "Drink more milkmilkmilk."
A man comes out of an apartment house across the street. He is some kind of religious nut who spies on lovers in public parks, then denounces them vehemently; he carries a prayer...
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