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We cater to the Wall Street crowd, at the corner of Wealth and Bondage, where the Occupiers got their pestilent stuff chucked by the police in a dumpster to preserve the health of New Yorkers. Pepper spray kills cooties.

Once a week, along with all you can eat caviar, and bottomless well drinks, we have a pro/am "Ms. Wealth Bondage Talent Show" for all races, genders, creeds, and political persuasions. Dainty Moore, our hat check girl, was last week's winner. We seek a cross class alliance, bringing haves and have nots together in common purpose for social justice, world peace, triple bottom lines, and what not.

Is Ms. Dainty Moore a hooker? You ask me that? What did you have in mind John? To answer your question she is no more a prostitute than is the Mayor of New York, the Chairman of the SEC, members of the Super Committee, two Supreme Court Justices I could name, a pop singer, a newscaster, a think tank thinker, a financier, a top grossing preacher, or you or me. Their's is an honest profession, and so is Dainty Moore's. Every market clears at a price. That is God, you know, the Market is. $25 would do it. We all need our fix. Tender chunks and tasty hunks. And there is plenty more where that came from. So many are desperate. If your taste runs to grannies, or preggo moms, or vets without legs or arms, we have them too. F them all and you get a group discount. 

For another $15, Mr. Big, I will be your Trusted Advisor tonight, and mentor your kids too. Your daugther for free, actually. I assume she is of age? The age of reason, I mean. Net proceeds to charity. Net, you know what I mean? You want to pass on your values, Mr. Sleazebag, along with your valuables? Dainty  and me are your men for that job. Didn't I tell you?

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