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THE BEAT GOES ON

CINCINNATI—The statuesque, light-brown-haired beauty strides purposefully past the expectant necklace of fans strung out along Vine Street, and disappears into Bogart’s front door with outside-world savoir faire. I can feel my German-ancestry racial unconscious (among other appendages) standing on end.

September 1, 1980
Rick Johnson

THE BEAT GOES ON

Be Real Kraut For Me, Baby!

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