There is no long Formica counter with swivel stools here. This is no fitting place for a lady or a fella to sit hunched over, be waited on, and sip a cup of coffee, eat a donut, and imagine me in swimsuit. Yes, the lunch-counter donut shop is just a fond memory, but the way i rock a Speedo is as electric as ever. Zap!
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