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Hankering hard for Alisa’s fine porkchops, Victoria Parker’d her Tempest DuJour on the Via de Coco Shangela. Coiffed like theQuarrelsome Queenthat she was,She strodeto the Venus D-lite. Fed to the gills,Fully sated and slaked,She pulled out herrhinestone-clad clutch;And found that her cravinghad cost her far morethan just one Penny Trationand next Summer’s wage.