Like the MX Missile being dubbed "The Peacemaker" by the Reagan Administration, I have always thought there was a lot of wishful thinking behind naming the Mordor-worthy slag heap south of Los Angeles the City of Industry.Regardless, one of my favorite people (but does she even know I exist?), Trina Michaels, will be performing down there Thursday through Saturday at the Spearmint Rhino.
Since I have only photographed her and we haven't shared Merlot over a fresh-killed quail (red wine is inappropriate for game birds), it might be all projection that I think Michaels has a sadder-but-wiser, just-got-done-crying, leaving-my-boyfriend-for-Gram quality about her.
"Actually, I'm quite happy-go-lucky," she might say, "and am leaving the adult industry - and indeed the City of Industry - to become a large-animal veterinarian."
But I doubt it.
Evil woman.
Previously: Wet, Detailed & Nailed; Devinn spot-cleans the limo
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Tuesday, August 22, 2006 
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