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Sure, I can agree that (to some extent) superheroes should largely be for kids. Who said Stripperella was a superhero? Except, perhaps, to other strippers, that is. Perhaps Stripperella inhabits a world not of black and white, but of many shades of grey, where she represents something different to each character in the book; to Trixi(stage name), single mother and part-time IHOP waitress, she's a PVC angel, delivering near-fatal justice pon the middle-aged scum that pour cold nickel down Trixi's G-string, one coin at a time. To Buster Bartolucci (real name, in the Bordello Stan Built), stage manager, supplier of quasi-legal libations, and all-around ladies man, she's a demon of the night, cutting into his ill-gotten gains nightly, leaving only flaming nipple tassels in her wake.
Sorry about that. What I mean to say is that, while superheroes, comics, pop-rocks and skateboards may all be for kids, I'd like to think Stripperella is not among such highly-esteemed diversions. And if you think about it for a second, how could he not do it? I didn't mean to write all that shit up there, it just came pouring out. And it was fun, damnit.
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