Rogue Fashion Magazine

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This weeks Feature
Diary of a Shoe Snitch

Some guys rob banks, others pharmacies or high-end specialty shops. See, either it depends on the market- if you're a direct seller, or like in my case, your Fence. I got a particularly sweet deal in that department, me and Gertrude Step go back a long ways. She's what you'd call a 'specialist', there's nothing about the shoe trade that gets past her- from imported Chinese tire-tread flip flops to hand-made Italian leathers. Her 'clientele' includes everybody from Hollywood types, to Podiatrists, to greedy little housewives lookin' to be one up on their girl friends. Its all the same to me, I pick up the orders on Mondays, and deliver the goods on Fridays. So you might say it was a bit unusual for me to be headin' for her joint in the middle of the week.

Talk about the best place to hide a grain of sand being the beach, this dame's got it made. She runs one of the biggest Day-Cares in the City right out of her domicile, the biggest damn boot you've ever seen! The front steps are right where the laces would be, and the main door is shaped like a tongue. I drive around to the back, hit the ole garage door opener and drive up into the heel.

She was waitin' for me at the top of the cellar steps, and I could tell by the look on her face I'd better cut to the chase- this broad don't like surprises. I walked all slow and important-like, back around to the trunk, and as I lifted the lid, there stood the garbage can filled with them stiletto-heeled, red, Italian-leather pumps, I turned around fast, not wanting to miss to miss the parade of jaw-droppin' expressions marching across her face.

by Beetle Bug Coffee Mug