“Well, I like privacy when I retire,” says the rough-and-ready newspaper reporter, who’s got the story of the year sitting right in the little motel room. She’s a society girl who has run off from her almost-husband, a fop called – I kid you not – King Westly, a rich man whom any woman would love to marry, if all she wanted was a lot of money, a whirl …
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