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In the '70s, my father took the family to dinner a few times at the Playboy Club in Manhattan. I don't remember if the food was good or not. The waitresses wore high and low cut one piece affairs, ears and a tail. I grabbed some fluffy tail, which made everyone laugh.
Some years later, but not many, my dad told me, a propos of what I don't recall, that the genius of the Playboy Club was that the waitresses were trained only to flirt with the gentlemen customers but never to take them up on their offers so that the men would not have the pressure of performing. Good talk, dad.
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