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　　The　middle　blocks　of　Bourbon　are　part　tawdry　carnival　and　part　efficient　tourist　mill；　the　tinsel　and　glitter　of　Mardi　Gras　for　sale　year…round；　plastic　cups　of　beer　and　frozen　daiquiris　and　Hurricanes　sold　right　on　the　sidewalk；　racks　of　T…shirts；　postcards；　plastic　alligators　and　mammy　dolls；　and　〃N'Awlins　Voodoo　Kits〃　side　by　side　with　window　displays　of　glitter　condoms；　penis　neckties；　lurid　latex　vibrators。　Here　are　the　big　strip　clubs　with　their　hucksters　and　roustabouts　outside；　bars　flashing　neon　and　touting　endless　drink　specials；　a　few　famous　restaurants　and　a　slew　of　pretenders。　Every　souvenir　shop　has　poppers　of　amyl　nitrite　for　sale　in　the　back。　In　bination　with　the　abuse　of　other　substances；　indulging　in　these　makes　the　head　seem　to　lift　off　the　shoulders　and　fill　the　skull　with　a　dazzling；　infinitely　expanding　light。
　　But　at　the　other　end　of　Bourbon；　the　end　that　runs　into　Canal　and　the　downtown　skyscraper　sprawl　of　the　Central　Business　District；　a　different　miasma　hangs　over　the　street。　An　air　of　dinginess　that　is　somehow　timeless；　a　seedy；　mysterious　air。　The　city　looms　above　the　old　buildings　of　the　Quarter；　making　them　look　gray　and　small　and　slightly　faded。　The　bars　feature　no　specials　or　cutely　named　cocktails；　but　the　drinks　are　cheap　and　strong。
　　On　this　end　of　Bourbon　Street；　sandwiched　between　a　pawnshop　and　a　po…boy　stand　was　the　Pink　Diamond　Lounge。　It　was　identifiable　as　a　strip　club　only　by　the　design　stenciled　on　the　door；　a　nude　female　silhouette　inside　a　figure　that　might　have　been　a　diamond　but　looked　a　great　deal　more　like　a　vulva。　A　lone　bouncer　nodded　in　the　recesses　of　the　doorway；　letting　loose　a　halfhearted　line　of　patter　when　any　likely　customers　passed　by；　knowing　they　had　already　heard　it　all　farther　up　the　street。
　　The　interior　of　the　Pink　Diamond　was　dark　except　for　the　tiny；　garishly　lit　stage。　Smoke　lurked　in　the　corners　and　in　a　swirling　blue　layer　near　the　ceiling。　A　few　dancers　wriggled　gamely　in　front　of　beer…stained　tables…not　on　top　of　them；　as　was　popularly　believed　of　table　dances。　No　table　in　the　Pink　Diamond　could　bear　the　weight　of　a　healthy　girl；　and　most　could　have　been　reduced　to　matchsticks　by　a　ninety…pound　junkie。
　　One　dancer　stood　in　the　dust…choked　area　behind　the　stage　waiting　for　her　cue。　A　muffled　cough　and　snort　sounded　over　the　P。A。　She　would　bet　her　day's　tips　that　Tommy；　the　DJ；　was　doing　a　line　right　there　in　the　booth。　Usually　he　went　to　the　men's　room；　but　the　manager　wasn't　here　today；　and　no　one　else　cared。
　　〃And　now…in　her　last　set　of　the　day…The　Sweetest　Charm　of　the　Orient…MISS　LEE！〃
　　The　first　notes　of　her　music　pounded　out　of　the　speakers；　a　Cure　song　cranked　up　so　loud　that　the　words　were　distorted；　but　it　didn't　matter　because　no　one　else　in　this　club　had　ever　heard　of　the　Cure　except　maybe　a　couple　of　the　other　dancers；　and　no　one　cared　what　music　she　danced　to　anyway　as　long　as　she　showed　her　tits。　Miss　Lee　threw　back　the　dusty　velvet　curtain　and　kicked　one　leg　out；　long　and　silky…pale；　shod　in　a　spike…heeled；　silver…chained；　black　leather　ankle　boot；　and　the　crowd　went　wild。
　　If　you　could　call　five　or　six　unshaven；　seedy…looking　men　a　crowd。
　　And　if　a　few　listless　hoots　and　whistles；　the　lewd　waggling　of　a　tongue　in　the　general　direction　of　her　crotch；　or　the　simple　act　of　lifting　beer　to　mouth　could　be　considered　wild。
　　Miss　Lee　undulated　onto　the　tiny　stage。　A　ring　of　globe…shaped　bulbs　lit　her　from　below；　playing　over　her　black　vinyl　T…strap　and　bra　as　she　moved；　showing　off　what　curves　she　had。　Five　or　six　of　the　bulbs　were　dead；　spaced　at　uneven　intervals　like　rotten　teeth　in　a　jaw。　She　stalked　to　the　pole　placed　strategically　at　center　stage；　wrapped　her　arms　around　it；　and　straddled　it。　She　arched　her　back　and　worked　the　pole　with　her　hips；　letting　her　mouth　fall　open　and　her　eyes　slip　half…shut　into　the　dazed；　drugged…looking　expression　that　was　supposed　to　pass　for　ecstasy。　Then　she　pushed　away　from　the　pole；　paused　in　front　of　the　first　stage　rat；　and　began　a　slow　insistent　grind　in　front　of　his　face。
　　After　a　couple　of　minutes　he　pinched　two　crumpled　dollar　bills　out　of　his　shirt　pocket　and　slid　them　into　her　garter；　making　sure　to　run　his　nicotine…withered　fingers　as　far　up　her　thigh　as　he　thought　he　could　get　away　with。　His　sour　scowl　never　wavered。　Miss　Lee　gave　him　a　geisha　smile　and　moved　on　to　the　next　customer；　who　was　marginally　young　and　good…looking；　and　therefore　less　likely　to　tip。
　　She　wondered　what　they　would　think　if　they　knew　where　her　stage　name　came　from。　She　had　been　born　in　New　Orleans　of　Korean　parents；　and　Loup；　the　Pink　Diamond's　manager；　had　advised　her　to　pick　〃some　kinda　fake　Chinese　name〃　to　capitalize　on　her　ethnic　looks。　（〃Lotta　guys　go　in　for　that　kinda　thing；〃　he'd　added　as　if　letting　her　in　on　a　big　guy…secret。）　She　had　chosen　the　name　Lee　after　a　character　from　her　favorite　book；　Naked　Lunch。　When　a　customer　was　nasty　or　business　was　bad　or　she　was　just　in　no　mood　to　shake　her　ass　for　a　bunch　of　human　dildoes；　she　would　think　of　junk…filled　needles　jabbing　into　putrescent　veins；　of　swollen　cocks　leaking　foul　greenish　slime；　of　beautiful　boys　fistfucking　by　the　light　of　a　rotten…cheese　moon。　It　didn't　make　her　happy；　but　it　helped。
　　Her　second　song　began。　The　Pixies'　〃No。　13　Baby。〃　She　glanced　over　at　the　DJ　booth　and　saw　Tommy　grimace　at　the　whining　voice　and　churning　psychedelic　guitar：　his　tastes　ran　more　to　bands　like　Triumph　and　Foreigner；　fake　corporate　metal；　maybe　a　little　Guns　N'　Roses　if　he　was　feeling　really　radical。
　　Miss　Lee　reached　back　to　unhook　her　bra　and　felt　a　bill　being　tucked　into　the　back　of　her　garter；　a　dry　hand　whispering　over　her　left　buttcheek　and　gone　before　she　could　turn　her　head。　She　caught　sight　of　the　customer　in　one　of　the　mirrors　that　ringed　the　stage。　A　tall　black　guy；　head　down；　already　disappearing　into　the　darkness　of　the　bar。　For　some　reason　the　black　men　who　liked　her　seemed　embarrassed　by　their　attraction。　Maybe　because　she　was　so　pale。
　　Surreptitiously　she　reached　around　and　palmed　the　bill；　slid　it　to　the　side　of　her　leg。　It　was　a　ten。　Jackpot。　That　pushed　her　over　the　hundred…dollar　mark；　good　money　for　the　day　shift：　she　could　actually　afford　to　go　home。
　　She　stared　at　her　reflection　receding　into　infinity　as　she　peeled　the　vinyl　top　away　from　her　small　firm　breasts。　A　thin　silver　chain　connected　them；　attached　to　delicate　rings　through　both　of　her　cafe…au…lait…colored　nipples。　The　rest　of　her　skin　was　a　pale　matte　almond；　ribs　showing　through　like　slats　in　a　shutter；　body　too　scrawny　except　for　her　rounded　shelf　of　a　butt　and　her　tiny　potbelly；　legs　muscled　from　six…hour　shifts　on　spike　heels　and　long　walks　through　the　French　Quarter。
　　Her　face　was　rather　flat；　her　wide　lips　unrouged…she　hated　the　way　she　looked　in　lipstick；　especially　the　greasy　pink…orange　stuff　most　of　the　other　dancers　smeared　on　their　mouths…and　her　dark　narrow　eyes　smudged　with　purple　shadow　and　black　mascara；　half　hidden　by　her　messy　platinum　wig。　〃Yew　got　the　most　beautiful　hair　Ah　ever　seen；〃　a　rube　tourist　had　once　told　her　reverently；　and　how　she　had　longed　to　whip　it　off　and　drop　it　in　his　lap。
　　Instead　she　had　smiled　sweetly　and　taken　his　money。
　　Third　song。　Prince's　〃Darling　Nikki；〃　a　small　concession　to　the　crowd；　give　'em　something　they've　heard　before。　And　it　was　a　dirty　song；　the　famous　dirty　song　that　had　kicked　off　the　PMRC's　entire　Crusade　Against　Dirty　Music；　or　whatever　it　was；　by　using　the　word　masturbating　in　its　lyrics。　Bless　it。　Miss　Lee　hooked　her　thumbs　into　the　elastic　of　her　G…string；　pulled　the　tiny　scrap　of　vinyl　tight　over　her　crotch；　so　that　the　folds　of　her　labia　were　all　but　outlined　in　shiny　black。　To　get　away　with　this　trick　she　had　to　shave　her　pubic　hair　to　the　approximate　size　and　shape　of　a　Band…Aid；　and　it　still　wasn't　enough；　they　always　wanted　to　see　more。
　　〃Pull　it　to　the　side；〃　some　old　fart　would　croak；　waving　a　dollar　in　her　face　as　if　it　were　worth　her　job。
　　〃Lemme　see　some　hair。〃
　　〃Hey；　are　you　a　natural　blonde？〃　That　line　was　always　good　for　a　snigger。
　　The　men　who　came　here　could　never　see　enough　of　her　body；　it　was　as　if　they　wanted　to　take　her　apart。　If　she　could　remove　her　G…string；　they'd　want　her　to　bend　over　and　spread　her　cheeks　so　they　could　look　up　her　twat。　If　she　could　do　that；　she　supposed；　they'd　want　her　to　unzip　her　skin　and　peel　it　off。
　　But　it　was　a　job　（though　precious　few　of　the　men　who　paid　her　salary　seemed　to　realize　that；　it　was　amazing　how　many　thought　the　dancers　did　this　to　meet　guys　or　get　erotic　thrills）。　It　allowed　her　to　set　her　own　schedule　and　paid　better　than　waiting　tables；　which　she　had　also　done；　dancing　was　much　less　demeaning。　People　saw　restaurant　workers　as　automatons；　extensions　of　the　tables　and　chairs；　fair　game　for　anything　from　tip…stiffing　to　verbal　abuse。
　　But　dancers；　especially　ones　with　any　kind　of　good　looks；　were　often　treated　like　the　epitome　of　unattainable　goddess…hood。　Even　in　a　joint　like　the　Pink　Diamond；　the　men　were　crude　and　gross　and　often　infuriating；　but　hardly　ever　flat…out　mean。　And　if　they　were；　the　dancers　could　have　them　kicked　out。　Some　girls　tried　to　get　customers　thrown　out　just　for　making　raunchy　remarks。　Miss　Lee　thought　this　was　stupid。　Men　who　made　such　remarks　were　usually　drunk；　and　drunk　men　usually　tipped　better。　And　she　couldn't　help　pondering　the　morality　of　girls　who　shook　their　tits　in　the　face　of　any　guy　with　a　dollar　to　his　name；　but　blanched　when　they　heard　the　word　pussy。
　　It　was　an　okay　job；　but　she　wouldn't　mind　winning　the　sweepstakes　tomorrow。
　　She　sank　to　the　stage　in　a　modified　split　that　set　them　peering　at　her　crotch　in　the　eternal　Quest　to　See　Hair；　collected　a　few　more　dollars；　and　disappeared　behind　the　curtain　as　the　last　strains　of　〃Darling　Nikki〃　died。　She　and　the　next　dancer；　a　tall　muscular　girl　with　bleached…blond　hair　and　smooth　ebony　skin　who　called　herself　Baby　Doll；　groped　their　way　past　each　other　in　the　cramped　coffinlike　area。　〃How　are　they？〃　Baby　Doll　whispered。
　　Miss　Lee　shrugged。　〃Not　great。〃
　　〃Honey；　they're　never　great。〃　Miss　Lee　laughed。　Baby　Doll　dabbed　at　her　liberally　applied　pinky…orange　lipstick；　hoisted　her　heavy