Having finished my sushi and litre of water, I was on my way from the restaurant to meet my second client of the evening, on foot through the local rouge lumiere: stilettos and shiny, red leather boots, along with corsets and tits, all tightened into a regimented display.
"Hey, handsome."
"Baby, I could make you feel good... how 'bout some company."
No less than five propositions in under three minutes.
I'm sure a few of them were offended that I was laughing.
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