By: Maya Barillas Mohan, Staff Writer “May I, monsieur, offer my services without the risk of intruding?” Let me introduce myself first. From my white T-shirt, low slung baggy jeans, and ultra-mini platform boots, I look like a Cactus Club patron. Indeed, I am. Your city has an abundance of Cactus Clubs, I understand. I am from a not-so-distant alternate world where there is only Cactus Club. If one fails to fashionably deserve Cactus Club, there is always an Earls or a Joeys placed lowly among the Fuller Family consortium. In this world, I enjoyed endless truffle fries and happy…
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