"Ladies and gentlemen: the characters you are about to read are all over 18. Their names have been changed to protect the fictional.
"Dunn, Da, Dunn, Dunn... Dunn, Da, Dunn, Duhhhhh," intoned the announcer.
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"This is the city, Los Angeles California. Like other great cities it is home to all kinds of restaurants. Where you can get most any kind of cuisine, Mexican, French, German, Korean, Italian, Japanese, Brazilian, Burmese, Thai... But there is one cuisine that is not sold in any restaurant, it is served delicious and hot from a beautiful woman's delicate cracks and crevices.
"That is why I was walking past those other fine dining establishments to eat breakfast at Moe's, 682 Sixty-Seventh street. Miss Astrid Damphouse, pronounced DAM-flooo, works there.
"It was Tuesday, April twenty-second. I was off duty, and had just emerged from my home, 765 Maple Court, Inglewood. Mrs. Evelyn Johnson, my neighbor, was walking her dog, a brown and white Pekingese. My name is Friday, Detective Sergeant Joe Friday. I'm a cop. Two weeks ago I had received a telephone number on the inside of a matchbook. I was going to see the owner of that number. It was not the first time.
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"I discovered Moe's when working Robbery Division. My partner was Frank Smith.
"Moe's served breakfast all day. I went there for the Eggs Benedict but instead found something creamier than Hollandaise sauce. Astrid, my waitress, was new. She was softly crying. I asked her what was wrong. She said it was her birthday and she was alone in the city.
"She appeared to be sixteen. I asked her where her parents were, she said Illinois. I asked her how old she was, she said nineteen. My astonished look compelled her to retrieve her California Motor Vehicle Operator Permit from her purse.
I used the house phone to call the Department of Motor Vehicles downtown. The licence was legit. She was nineteen. Five foot zero inches, ninety-eight pounds, blonde hair, long, straight... Blue eyes... No corrective lenses... Organ donor...
"I continued to converse with Miss Damphouse. Our talk yielded considerable information, and her telephone number. She was from Peoria. In her high school drama club and all of it's many productions... Had moved to the city to be an actress... Discovered the payment required just to audition... Chose to be a waitress instead... Was trying to decide if she should stay... Or go back to Peoria and admit she was wrong..."
"'I want to be sure,' Astrid had said. 'I don't want to make a mistake.' I offered her my Police Identification saying, 'I carry a badge, you can trust me.'
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