Todd V. Wolfson
Just a skip off of I-35 is the coy, stylish boutique known as the Bazaar, where women have guiltlessly dropped dough to feel sexy and accessorized. Right next door is the Bazaar costume annex, which not only carries every type of disguise (Santa suits, wigs, facial hair, tiaras, etc.) but also great cover for any demure lady, secret exotic dancer, or regular Josephine (or Joe, for that matter) shopping for her naughty bits.
