
The usual?
Elusive world travelers cross state lines to supper here at Lowell’s every holiday season. One pace ahead of the pack, R.S. & Dimples lay low nearby and sneak in when no ones looking for they’re private trysts here at Lowell’s. Look for them, and they’re gone, like a Florida breeze through an old man’s thong! We’ll see you next time, as the calendar turns…
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