Word: bended
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...first it's hard, boring work cutting cane. Grab a long, thin stalk with your gloved left hand, chop it in the middle with your machete, snip off the leaves at the top, then bend down and separate the lower half of the cane (where the plant is thickest and there's the most sugar) from the soft earth with a few short flicks of the wrist. Make sure your machete is free of dirt and go to the next stalk...
...enjoying a boom as a spectator sport, with scores of strip joints and nude theaters ? but not, as yet, top less waitresses. The Ginza is still To kyo's main entertainment street, but the rising sin district is Akasaka, where ground-floor bar patrons in the Biblos bend not only their elbows but also their necks ? to leer at couples dancing on a transparent plastic floor above. Of the 493 movies that Japan produced last year, ductions." The 250 were hottest flick right adults-only now "ero-is ? what else? ? Sexpo...
...brew of "21 exotic Oriental herbs." When done to a spicy turn, you plop into a hydrother-apeutic bath frothing with sesquicar-bonates, lithium chloride, magnesium sulfate, hexachlorophene-everything, presumably, but cyclamates. BELLY BUDGETING. More appetizing recipes are offered in the spa's dietetic dining room. There guests bend over their menus like accountants, busily subtracting a prune whip (40 calories) here and adding a rutabaga julienne (36) there. "Spoof champagne" is served from big icy bottles with popping corks. As your dinner companions chat about "bulging adipose tissue" and "draining metabolic pools," it's reassuring to discover...
...thundering strip-joint beat. As the bell sounds for the opening round of the world heavyweight boxing championship, the two burly contenders tiptoe to mid-ring and embrace with consummate passion! A new luxury liner turns out to be propelled by a gang of seminude galley slavettes, who bend to the oar under a whip cracked by everyone's favorite sado-maso slave queen, Raquel Welch...
...What is truth?" The painter, staring, pauses long for his reply. Pieter Bruegel, especially, waits and wonders. There is no hurry; the truth is nothing if not true tomorrow too. He lifts his narrow brush and makes a line. It is a mile-long road that rounds a bend into infinity...