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March 12, 2017

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Ahhh Mary's Club. A couple of guys I worked with took me there on my 21st birthday, for a couple of drinks and a little look see.

The Mary's Club dancers -- true ecdysiasts all --probably wore more than many women wear on the beach nowadays. Long, flowing gowns and gloves that went over the elbow. The outfits came off slowly. They danced four or five songs and their tops didn't come off until half-way through the last song to reveal breasts covered by huge pasties. The bottoms were opaque and covered every inch of their rear ends.

Today -- well the last time I was in a nudie bar two decades ago -- the "danccers" wore skimpy see-through garments that they couldn't wait to get out of. Calling them dancers is being gracious, Most of them just got up and wiggled and slipped out of the little clothing they wore.

Hope we hear the real story on Neil G.

Anyone know the WHO, Where, or when those photos were taken and the story behind them? If Phil Stanford thought them worthy of his cover...must have been important. I'm guessing the bikes were in St. Johns before that botched raid... but that's just a guess. Details, please.

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