Loveless Motel guests were entertained last night in an impromptu surprise appearance by frequent guests working under the names of Smith and Smith at Footlight Fairies Cabaret, with a special cameo guest who appeared briefly on stage, to the shock and delight of the small crowd assembled that evening, unbeknownst to management ahead of time, and afterwards escorted quickly off the property and put in a cab. Women are not allowed at Loveless Motel in any capacity, though we secretly employ one woman in the kitchen whose specific task is to make coleslaw for all restaurants on the property. She's 78, nearly blind and very hard of hearing, goes commando and straddles the bucket as she mixes a batch of 30 pounds at a time, which we have asked her not to do, but everyone raves about the coleslaw so management has decided to leave well enough alone - hands off the coleslaw lady, per Nic.
Anyway, our California guests ("Cary Grant and Randolph Scott got nothin' on us...") seek rest and solitude while sneaking away to our little Tryst Town, and Loveless guests know to the respect the privacy and anonymity of men they may recognize. After all, that's what gloryholes are for.
