"The mass of the rich and the poor are differentiated by their incomes and nothing else, and the average millionaire is only the average dishwasher dressed in a new suit."
β Down and Out in Paris and London
Beneath the monumental tires of the gigantic limo, the husky, brown scorpion β sunning itself adjacent The Palms Hotel β popped like kerneled corn on a cherry-red skillet. The Bart Braverman 5000 was a leviathan, capable of crushing God!
Responsible for a new zip code, this mobile monolith was a city on wheels. A ciudad within a ciudad, the Bart Braverman floated fluidly through backstreets comprising the scoliosis-ridden spine of Sin City.
The moving monster was a portable pump pad β one deranged dude's dream. Clueless caballeros parted with a week's worth of what slavery β i.e. "employment" β provided, in order to obtain the prurient pleasures occurring for free within the Bart Braverman 5000.
Blowjobs, handjobs and good old-fashioned, puritanical butt lickin' were staples on the regularly rotating menu inside this stretch limo.
The above became reality, all thanks to one resourceful bastard's campaign to circumvent vagrancy.
" 'I'm livin' in a shower, now.'
'A shower?'
'Yeah, it's nice. Real glass sliding doors.' "
β Hot Water Music
Lorenzo was on a crusade. Within this prison disguised as a free society, staving off vagabondage had become a full time gig. Stories of years spent in cardboard condos were common. Everybody had a tortured tale to tell, when it came to food stamps, homeless shelters, and welfare.