Though I had already been contracted at the Semiramis two months earlier, my working papers were cancelled because of a problem that involved me not “indulging” the manager. Even if they were still valid, it would have been illegal for me to perform daily anywhere else but the Semiramis.
“Wait, WHAT?!?” I shrieked? “Throw my costume in the Nile? What for?” “So they can’t take it with them to the precinct and prove that the costume doesn’t have a stomach covering,” he answered. “But that’s illegal,” I retorted. “That’s like, tampering with evidence!” “So what,” he said. “This way the officers will have to prove that you were wearing this costume and that I threw it in the Nile. They won’t be able to do it. It’ll be their word against ours.”