VLVL (6) Long Bihn Not Binh

[Terrance]

This old irony shows up in V., military police, domestic and domestic
violence. 

Frenesi sleeps with men for money. It's her job. She's a professional.
Oldest profession in the  world. Her daughter's buddy, Che,  is about to
turn her first trick and Prairie ... well ... she can't help thinking
about how vile minded jail bait seducing  Zoyd would be turned on by all
this young flesh in lingerie. 

Ya know, in Frankfurt, where I spent six miserable months in a Hotel
near the airport, dreading it every time a business associated showed up
looking to be taken on a tour of the red lit and seedy city, they call
them "don't call me a girls", but ... the important thing is that they
get paid in cash. They can be purchased and sold. Exchange values being
more or less negotiable like everything else (Kaje). DL will double as
Frenesi wearing a prostitute's blue lenses. Why does she do it? She
want's to kill BV. 
Live by the palm, die by the palm. I know, it's a conservative parable,
like the one where Jesus draws all the sins on the ground and the
lottery is canceled. Who were they going to stone? YOU? At the Picnic?