Kitsch, Smut and Silly Puffs

So, as I was saying, these fast looking gals, pass poor, penniless Susan and one of them goes back to ask her why she's crying. Susan's terribly embarrassed but she eventually admits she's new in town, has no place to stay and not a dime to her name. "Well, you do now", says the friendly girl. "My name's, Trixie, and when I came to Topeka, I was just like you, kid." "Gee, really?" Susan feels so grateful, she stands, grabs her pink suitcase and joins Trixie and her friends. It turns out they're all models. Trixie winks when she says that, which makes Susan wonder just what she means. Trixie shares a nice house with two other girls, Brenda and Twinkles. It's a swell arrangement since they all work for the same photographers and have the same schedules. "Wait til Max gets a load of you" Trixie whistles and the other girls giggle in agreement. "Oh, but I'm not a model." "Don't worry, kid. You'll be just great and the money's peachy." Meowing at the door, a little cat scratched. "Put pussy out, would you?" Trixie asked Twinkles. "Why do I always have to do it?" "Just do it and clam up, we've got a make over to do on Susan before Max gets an eyeful."