In late 1911, Mabel Stark had been on the lam from a bad husband in Kentucky. She found anonymity as a cooch dancer on carnies, got herself out to California, and closed at a county fair there. She was in a rooming house in Venice, when one night she took a long walk past this Winterquarters. She heard an animal call one doesn't hear in Kentucky, and to investigate, she found a ramshackle gate to squeeze through, I would think about where this man is standing. She carefully walked toward the sound, the long, low call of a tiger. Drawing closer, she found herself facing her first tiger, the big Bengal, King. He calmly raised his eyes to hers, and Mabel recognized her Epiphany. She returned to join out the next day, October 12, and was a tiger woman for her next 57 years.
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In late 1911, Mabel Stark had been on the lam from a bad husband in Kentucky. She found anonymity as a cooch dancer on carnies, got herself out to California, and closed at a county fair there. She was in a rooming house in Venice, when one night she took a long walk past this Winterquarters. She heard an animal call one doesn't hear in Kentucky, and to investigate, she found a ramshackle gate to squeeze through, I would think about where this man is standing. She carefully walked toward the sound, the long, low call of a tiger. Drawing closer, she found herself facing her first tiger, the big Bengal, King. He calmly raised his eyes to hers, and Mabel recognized her Epiphany. She returned to join out the next day, October 12, and was a tiger woman for her next 57 years.
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