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MAGIC SOJOURN

Like any aged harlot, the harsh light of the day reveals a seedy look on the Magic:

In this metaphor neon plays the role of both cosmetics and alcohol, and the gullible are then hopelessly attracted to the garish hoor by night, flaunting her bodacious bunnies:

The Magic has a sentinel flamingo, too, guarding the beach:

Who morphs into a shocking pink strumpet by night:

The Magic is a creepy place, though. I can't believe WB filmed a TV series here. It's more like the set of a David Lynch film. I kept rousing, expecting to see a Kandy-Kolored Klown sitting on the foot of the bed, with a bloody butcher knife in hand. Nothing definable, just creepy in a Norman Bates kind of way.

I was surprised to see a Benz, a Lexus, and a Caddy in the parking lot, but that feeling subsided when I went to the pool. The crowd there made the folks at the T-Bird look like the fucking Tudor dynasty. It was like a cross between a Hee Haw episode and the Texas Chain Saw Massacre, with Junior Samples as Leatherface.

The things I do for you people.