the Face of Everyman had received an express shipment of Ambergris from an old friend at the Arctic whaling station. In his laboratory he created irresistible fragrances to be sold to exclusive clients in the arcade shopping entrance to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. A select group of mature Does were his best sniff testers. Yet, often they were his harshest critics. “Did you burn this batch?” “Don’t you have something with a hint of lemon? Musk at least.” “I ain’t putting no whale b**f on me, anywhere!”
Swiss Clinic
Few locals were aware of a clandestine Swiss Clinic operating at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Celebrities who needed assurances of total anonymity and absolute privacy came here to be treated under the watchful eyes of the Face of Everyman. Seen above on carefully redacted security footage is the latest patient to seek help. Formally a popular child star in films with a bright future this guest sought help to correct a cruel inherited defect, the dreaded and unsightly Habsburg pedicle. He left, confident that he could start shooting on the new script within weeks.
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