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If Dakota had a slightly
uglier, shorter, more quick to anger sibling, this would be her. Luckily
this story has a happy ending, as Big Sur ends up the famous brain
surgeon, and the Dakota ends up washing floors in the nudie booths
at a peep show in Fargo (well, one could hope). Dim to the point of
absurdity, Big Sur tries the UES lounge thing, filled with twenty-something
girls in those tight black pants and guys with all the appropriate
facial hair. Where it differs from Dakota is in its lack of bridge
and tunnel freaks, fake blondes and attitude toting help. Gone are
the 27 girls sitting at the bar drinking zinfandel and the dudes in
the stretchy muscle-t's and in their place is a nice mellow crowd
who all seem to just want to stare at all the other beautiful people
who don't have the cajones to try the 150 Irish pubs down the street.
[MF]
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