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So, we’re good now, me n her, sittin by this busted fountain. She’s talkin bout her life – rough stuff, y’all, makes ya heart hurt. Kinda like Oskar in the flick, “Do you want to die?” – heavy, yeah? I’m surprised how deep it gets. I toss her some extra coin, say, “Stay safe, yeah?” She winks, “For a killer, you’re soft.” Ha! Me, soft? Maybe – like them gentle branches bendin in the wind.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Minamiawaji.

But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. I’m like, “What the heck?!” The whole block goes dark. I’m standin’ there with scissors in hand, feelin’ like a deer in headlights. Yuki’s just sittin’ there, chillin’ in the dark. I’m like, “This is not how I pictured my day!”

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