Got a postal card last week from some % folks I know out in Hollywood, California. Seems they went there to make a motion picture and wound up gettin' their grits fried by a Florida boy name of Burt Reynolds and that lil ole big ole gal from Tennessee Dolly Parton. Leastways that's how they tell it. I figger it another way: If you plan to go to Hollywood you better be ready to Go Hollywood. But you decide for yer own self.
It all started with this whorehouse over by La Grangelil town, sleepy...
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