In Public

"You might know our next contestant if you've ever had your hair done down on South Main Street in Springfield," says Andie.

"I have!" interrupts Kyndra.

"It's Genna Bonducci!"

"Let's start the show before we steal it, Babydoll," purrs Andie.

"There," says Andie, "These aren't distracting at all...."

The crowd doesn't seem to agree as several in attendance groan that randy man groan.

There are some who wonder if Kyndra is actually real. Meaning not a life-sized love doll robot cooked up in the caverns of South Station labratories.

She is all woman, we are assured, and duely convinced.

It's always so smokey in the Silver Seal, especially when the high price of admission to Bikinirama includes enough hashish to stone you out of your mind. Here, Kyndra greets the crowd... as the music begins to play.

Our chat and photoshoot was cut short when the driver of the D Line bus began to carp about Camilisa's trike being in his way.

"Oh, for the love of God, can't you get around me? Sweet mother," exclaimed Camilisa, to the driver, "Are you that shitty of a driver? God help your fucking passengers, you ape. Alright, I'm out of here."

And so were we. -- Deximo Zincavage.