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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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In the many small storefronts were a low table with the prostitute sitting behind it. Usually, at the side of the table was another woman, probably her mother.

But then, I trip over a curb. Classic. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “What a day!” I hop on the train, and as I’m heading home, I can’t help but think about all the craziness. Chitose, you wild!

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