On the fifteenth of June, in the slums of the Valley With his dirty coke spoon, in the dark of an alley, He was whizzing in public…one of life’s greatest joys… When Horton the Whorehunter heard a small noise. So Horton stopped piddling and he looked for the sound. “Disappointing,” thought Horton. “Not a voyeur around.” Then he heard it once more! A mere hint of applause. And he saw her red nails that she brandished like claws. “Hey fella,” said Sheila. “Do you need help to shake it? Or if you've got fifty bucks, then we might even make it.” “I say!” spluttered Horton. “I’ve never paid more,