Bullets
We’re sitting in the Palm Court lounge at the Ritz, Lee Aaron and I, sipping cappuccini as the golden cherubs hop and cavort around the naked gilt god pouring an urn of fluorided water into a fountain. We’re talking about bathrooms, David Lee Roth, having David Lee Roth pouring an urn of bubble-bathed water in the bathroom.
Bullets
THE NAKED TRUTH!
Sylvie Simmons
We’re sitting in the Palm Court lounge at the Ritz, Lee Aaron and I, sipping cappuccini as the golden cherubs hop and cavort around the naked gilt god pouring an urn of fluorided water into a fountain. We’re talking about bathrooms, David Lee Roth, having David Lee Roth pouring an urn of bubble-bathed water in the bathroom. Lee is taking vitamins; I’m not. Lee is wearing more leather than I, in fact a lot of clothes all round, considering last time I saw her she was sporting a very naked bosom in the pages of Oui magazine...
“It’s not one thing I personally like to talk about,” says Lee, but the gilt in the Palm Court lounge is too much for any girl to bear, especially a nice girl, “and I am a nice girl—I think a lot of people have this impression that I’m going to be this real raunchy, tough broad, and I’m not like that at all...