Girl Of The Midway A story of the strange people, bitter rivalries, love and hate that flame behind a carnival’s bright lights via
“I can roll a cigarette just by using my lips. Can ya rival that!?”……..”Well, the strange thing about me, bub, is I got three hands. Makes me pretty handy, ay sugarplum, you’ll see when I unravel me robe.” Reply
“I can roll a cigarette just by using my lips. Can ya rival that!?”……..”Well, the strange thing about me, bub, is I got three hands. Makes me pretty handy, ay sugarplum, you’ll see when I unravel me robe.”