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"The dame had legs for days, one tall drink of water, but no one that big comes knocking at my door with clean intentions. I just hoped I wouldn't be the one meeting the bottom of her sole. From her purse, she flashed a piece that looked closer to a cannon. It was then I knew this was no ordinary giant dame."

Little one off I made of the theme of 40s pulp stories.

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