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They've brought all of their supplies with them, in bulging suitcases from New York—all of which seem to have exploded open in room 506.On All-Star weekend, guests of the Doubletree are asked to sign a "no-party policy" form ("If we learn that a party is in progress…we will reserve the right…to IMMEDIATELY evict the occupants").At the lobby bar, an enormous sign has been erected: welcome nba all-star fans.By working girls, we don't mean hookers, though these will infiltrate the Doubletree as well. She is a tall, thin woman of a decent age (48) who is all legs and poise and attitude.
(It gets a little tricky, because the and the "working girls" tend to dress alike. We meet several weeks before All-Star weekend over a too precious breakfast at Philadelphia's Lacroix restaurant at the Rittenhouse Hotel to talk about blow jobs and basketball players.
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