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Now and then we would have a big party and play post office, which meant taking the girl to a dark hallway to feel and kiss. It seems strange that I had no sex life at the time but that's because I was so madly, passionately in love with my high school sweetheart . . . three years it lasted and I never made it with her because I had put her on a pedestal.
About this time I had three or four bouts with whores. In fact it was during my last year in high school that I paid my first visit to a whorehouse and immediately got the clap. It was on 34th Street just west of Herald Square. There were a lot of whorehouses on that street and most of them had French girls. Later I went back again to the same neighborhood but not to that same whorehouse. It was just my luck to pick up another dose. (New York, 1908)
from My Life and Times by Henry Miller (Playboy Press, © 1971)
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