Panama Paul sang, “Some black snake is sucking my rider's tongue...”

epub or mobi, with thanks to the original sharer

there are more liquor stores, more churches, more whorehouses, more lying, more laughter, more screwing, fighting and footracing, more numbers players, more freeloaders, more sports, more bars, more jukeboxes, more jazz, more crime, more chitterlings eaten, more singing and dancing, more knife-toting and loud-mouthing, more praying and shouting, more credit-buying, more ducking and dodging the collectors, more worrying and complaining, and with all of that more fun to be had than in any other city in the world.

“I hear Mamie has cancer in her rectum,” some woman whispered. 

“That wouldn't surprise me, dear,” her companion whispered back. 

“She's been named correspondent in you-know-whose divorce.” 

“I know, it took place right here on this very sofa.” 

“I heard he was a homo.” 

“Little difference that makes to Mamie, as long as he is rich and white and has a thing.” 

 “Don't be too sure about the thing, dear.” Her companion laughed cattily.