A Model Pool Sample
There was a fair complexion mature maiden who decided to protect her turf and headed outside to spend time away from the book she was writing about modeling during the latter part of the last century. Entitled “The Foxes of the 20th Century” it was a coffee table book that looked good with the English Breakfast.
Arriving at a traditional resting place where physical looks that a journalist could note competed with brains Gentile decided to strut her way to the ticket booth.
Pulling her wallet she announced to the gate keeper, “I will take the discounted rate.”
“That is only in August, sweetie,” the gate keeper informed, “you see we factor around how many of your kind is still here and if you are out of the money, now being the middle of the winter, the height of tourist season we like to take their candy money from them to see if they actually want this twisted treasure of being a tease which in reality is off the board . “
Remembering back to the days when Gentile used to get a good buck for the swim wear discount department store advertisement, she gave a stern look, “can I please have the lido key?”
“It will cost,” the gate keeper calculated for a minute, “$35.00 which includes a fruit salad lunch.”
Giving a credit card Gentile proceeded through where she was met by a mature individual claiming she needed to disclose her outfit on the premises. “It’s a cultural mandate.”
“A cultural what?” Gentile answered with a question.
“The European culture mandated it, so show your stuff.”
Surrendering to the request Gentile pulled the bikini out of the pocketbook, “it’s from a discount store.”
“I guess that is all right,” he confessed.
It took less then fifteen minutes for Gentile to appear from the dressing room and she proceeded to one of the chairs lining the swimming pool.
Pulling the beach trash paperback book out of the same pocketbook Gentile started to relax when a young French girl down to her last quarter step into her sunlight.
“You see that Italian girl over there,” she pointed.
“The Gucci Gucci girl?” Gentile responded, “she probably got a day sponsorship from Gucci to show off her wares.”
“Whatever she thinks Mancosa is a school in Africa,” the courageous Cajun who looked great in the show position blurted out.
Since Gentile once did an African print modeling spread for the discount store advertisement, she confirmed that Mancosa was a school in Africa. Having her New Orleans style composure compromised the Louisiana purchase repeated the statement, “I said man,” with a pause, “cosa.”
“That would make it a man thing and at that point you have to do what it takes,’ Gentile sounded smart.
With hands folded in a way that could capture a photographer’s lens the upcoming image responded, “what is a man anyway.”
“A mancosa,” Gentile answered showing that she studied Italian while doing a pasta spread for a discount store advertisement.
When the day ended Gentile returned to her computer to work on another book, “Studying A Broad.” And deciding a pen name should be used she typed, “by Man Cosa”.
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