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‘There’s a little Jewish snapper at this rub-joint we’re going to,’ he said enthusiastically. ‘A real scorcher. She’s got a plum that’s like the inside of a conger-eel, just one long piece of suction muscle. The kind to suck you in like a minnow and blow you right out of her arse. Best bit of damned plum I’ve ever had.’ He shook his head doubtfully. ‘I don’t reckon there’s anything to beat a nice ripe Jewess. Not even a nigger-woman, or a Chink.’
‘I never knew you were so broad-minded, Becker,’ I said, ‘or so damned cosmopolitan. Christ, I bet you’ve even read Goethe.’
The Pale Criminal | Philip Kerr
