In the heart of Baltimore's tenderloin is a flashy basement honkytonk called the Oasis. Passers-by are invited to "walk down one flight and save nothing," enter "the worst night club in America," witness "the lousiest shows in the world."
The shows, which drag along "until exhausted," feature 16 girls, some of them "too late for Social Security," others introduced as "from the House of the Good Shepherd," Baltimore's home for delinquent females. For ensemble acts, the chorines, seated around the room, suddenly pull off their evening gowns and, with very little on, flounce into their routines. After each specialty act, the audience...
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