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  <title>Comments on 'Velvet's Story'</title>
  <subtitle>&amp;quot;Alright,&amp;quot; she said getting comfortable, &amp;quot;It's not like this is my profession or anything you know...It just happens.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Naturally,&amp;quot; he said thoughtfully.

&amp;quot;Anyway,&amp;quot; she continued, &amp;quot;I'm actually an actress. Or...was anyway until I got tied up in this joint.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;What happened?&amp;quot; He asked.

&amp;quot;Well, I was on my way back to New York, you see...from a gig in Las Vegas. I had this job lined up, and I hate flying, so I decided to drive. So, I drove...a lot. About the time I got far into the desert enough, the car starts acting funny. I have no idea about cars...Anyway, about nightfall the car dies, I mean _really_ dies. I thought I was done for. But then this car comes, says they'll take me to a motel, pick my car up in the morning. Of course, I was dumb enough to believe them.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;They...as in?&amp;quot; He questioned.

&amp;quot;That, I haven't figured out yet. I think they're some kind of mafia based out of Las Vegas. They keep guys posted around the perimeter so we can't escape...believe me, I've tried.&amp;quot;</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-10T23:47:09Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Velvet's Story</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;oh, she&amp;#8217;s still acting&amp;#8230;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-10T23:47:09Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Mistress Elsha Hawk</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Velvet's Story</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Certainly sets up a very desperate, exciting situation.  Poor girl.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-10T12:30:55Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Velvet's Story</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard a story once. In fact, I&amp;#8217;ve heard a lot of stories in my time. They went along with the sound of a tinny piano in the parlor downstairs. &amp;#8220;Mister, I met a man once when I was a kid,&amp;#8221; they always began.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This segment just made me think of that line from &lt;em&gt;Casablanca.&lt;/em&gt; But I definitely love the chemistry and the interplay between Paul and Velvet in this series.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-10T05:45:43Z</published>
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      <name>BARomero</name>
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