Word: wigged
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...coming from. You've got to set the rules, make her show respect. Maybe use a coat hanger-depends on what she needs." The pimp drained his glass. "If she makes it through tomorrow, the process will take three days. We'll get her a wig, some clothes, then put $10 in her pocket and see if she tries to run. You watch her close, maybe send another girl out with her. If she turns her first trick and comes back smiling...
...musical Guys and Dolls, starring Daughter Maureen Reagan in the most exciting part she has had in her four-year acting career: Adelaide, the nightclub entertainer and perennial fiancée of Gambler Nathan Detroit. In four pairs of eyelashes and a fluffy blonde wig, Maureen drew guffaws and catcalls in her bumping and grinding A Bushel and a Peck number, but the theater critic of the San Diego Union was more restrained. "Maureen Reagan," he wrote, "compensates for a small voice with large eyes and a dignified dedication...
According to Irving, Edith made six visits to the bank, each time covering her dark blonde hair with a brunette wig, wearing glasses and heavy makeup and speaking very bad German-despite the fact that she is German-born. As soon as each check cleared, Irving claimed, Edith withdrew the money and "took it across the street" to another, unnamed Zurich bank, where she deposited it to await Hughes' instructions for pickup...
...doesn't walk onstage. She insinuates herself. Rotary-drive hips, and fingers that were probably snapping out rhythms in the cradle. Overstuffed bosom beneath a Pucci dress, $450 shoulder-length brown wig, and eyelashes long enough to rake a lawn with. She coolly surveys the scene and lets fly with a sassafras falsetto: "Whoooo-eeeee! Watch out, honey! Don't you touch me! Don't you ever touch me!" Or: "When you're hot, you're hot; when you're not, you're not." Or her trademark: "What you see is what...
...other occasions, it later developed, his costume was quite different. Last July police caught him in a stolen car. He was wearing a jacket studded with nails at the shoulders and on the lapels, and had with him a rubber mask, a woman's wig and several lengths of rope. "I belong to a religious secret society," he explained feebly. "I'm on my way to a sex orgy...