Love Starved Savages

Ladies and Gents, what is your thought on the trope of the noble yet libidinous primitive and her litigious colonial counterpart? ill fitting khakis, katz deli.. You get the picture.

Which island depicted in Baxter or Dennys aural worlds seemed to have the most lusty busty babes?

Cheers, John

John, as I call them "Robust".

You ever see Playboy from around, let's say, 1960? There's a monthly subscription worth the ten bucks some other schmuck is giving to Trustfund Kayleigh on O.F. to fund her "habit".

Say, whatever happened to the Mojito maker I got you in Islamorada ages ago? I'm not talking about Rita, the lovely twenty-something either.

Truthfully yours, Melv

My thoughts on your missive centre around the dark, moist lustiness of a Katz pastrami on rye. However—and begging your pardon with all requisite doffing of mon petit chapeau—I would argue that Second Avenue Deli’s pastrami would more effectively knock your caucasoid hero’s ill-fitting khakis to the floor, sir. Lastly, the song-inspiring island paradise about which you query is referred to as Manhattan by the local inhabitants.