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THE SHAGGY SAGA OF SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 7. PAGE 28

14 Oct

Oh yes, I’d had my Baba Alley daze and not that long ago.

It was on a case and not of Old Jack Horner.

Connell Oldman, the matinee idle, had been off set from “The Printer”, his new movie, for over a month.

So Follywood came calling.

I tracked Oldman to Chinablock and Baba Alley where I became a mazed and hit my head against a wall that went blank.

When I came to, three gets you four, I was at sixes and sevens.

I was in a twisty dream of a street with Baba Alley Books, Baba Alley Junk And Forgettables, The Fall Inn, Low’s Illusionarium and the Singaport Five And Dine.

It was in the eatery, I found Oldman, his reality ajar under the spell of a B-girl named Mason.

They were listening to the B. Giles Band, which I thought had disappeared years ago.

Then I saw her.

She was a portrait of the Moona Leta, as was the painting above her.

A mixologist, this Moona had grown bitter from spending her life behind bars.

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