so, you finally track her down to some sleazy backstreet joint across the border, shaking that sweet ass of hers for a few pesos a night... rumour has it that she's been up to her old tricks again, and you begin to regret ever trying to find this hot piece of trouble; you know she'll end up either getting you killed, or killing you herself... 'ahh, fuck it', you think to yourself, as she takes to the stage to grind her hips to another jukebox number...

A feature length Pulp Vixen episode...

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"There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge."


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