Unless you’ve been hiding under a rock for the last two hundred years, you’re probably familiar with the Bros. Grimm fairy tale “Rapunzel.” As in most stories of this genre, the damsel in distress is terminally pretty and the hero brutally handsome (i.e. ~ Eagles lyrics to “Life in the Fast Lane”).
What you’re about to learn is the story of Rapunzel’s lesser-known sister, Carlotta—better known as Whollata in fast-lane circles.
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Carlotta stared at her reflection in the mirror and flashed a picket-fence smile. She spun in a tight pirouette, admiring her linebacker figure and scarlet, Brillo-pad hair.
How could fate be so cruel? Poor Rapunzel sported long, beautiful tresses and the body of a centerfold, but only attracted one man.
Carlotta, on the other hand, was overrun with suitors scaling the fire escape of her Upper West Side apartment to sample her pleasures. The lack of air conditioning only fanned the flames of their desire.
“Take my advice,” she told Rapunzel. “Hang something out the window other than your hair.”
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