[n.t.]

There once was a… no, no... In the summer of 1976, when wafer thin skirts in carnivalesque colours were all the… no. ‘Come in, my sheepskin stools and a deep hello down there’, was all she had said that first gentle… ah. With the precision of a Beverly Hills proctologist, Franz managed to… no, Herman managed to… K… Although expected, still the purple gooey substance underneath Suzanne’s left breast had left Inspector Kreckswitszki puzzled for… No! The world was dark and… He had one of those little propeller caps and a loaded… Seven long years it had been since Jim had seen his mentor, the one they called ‘The Bungalow’ and it… hm. At the point where one was certain all roads had dissolved into the beautiful insanity of the desert, that was where Carlos had burned the corpse of… no. The barman had little ears and a green complexion. Time & time… no