She would still be powdering her nose during the show’s opening moments (that’s how understaffed they were), and she would repeat her catch phrases ("Lie back and get comfortable," "If you don’t have a loved one, you always have me"), and then she would introduce the first performer of the night — what were then called strippers, though this was the only show where that might be a porn queen in a G-string or a blueboy dressed in skimpy biker leather. In the age of triple-X entertainment, there was nothing overly racy about it. The fun is that you were watching this on television — and the fun, as well, was there in Robin’s innocent, giggly, pushy, in-on-the-joke-but-not-quite personality.
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