By Bill Manhoff
From a San Francisco loft, a stuffy author focuses his binoculars on a prostitute plying her trade. He complains to the landlord, has her evicted and finds he has trouble pounding on his door with vengeance. She figures he owes her a pad for the night, an arrangement that leads to hilarity. She is practically illiterate but quickly absorbs language skills; it does trouble her that having learned to pronounce "impeccable" she can't find a sentence to fit it into. He begins to melt and they find themselves falling in love, a circumstance that can lead only to two things: suicide which they try with clumsy abandon or turning square he as a bookstore clerk and she as a bona fide receptionist.
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