she looked like a madam out of a brothel: corseted, buxom, and somehow wise in these arts, feigned geisha manners. a different sort of keeper, she sold us to the man who’d bought our shots. 1 hour, 1 bottle of $600 champagne, 2 curtains, little light. gyrations, firewater play on skin, and then: ‘so when do you…?’ in a russian accent. we laughed. ‘oh, we don’t do that. that’s illegal.’ he shrugged, bade us sit, and asked instead what our favourite breed of horse was. 2 grand for a dog and pony show.
[Mayday]

she looked like a madam out of a brothel: corseted, buxom, and somehow wise in these arts, feigned geisha manners. a different sort of keeper, she sold us to the man who’d bought our shots. 1 hour, 1 bottle of $600 champagne, 2 curtains, little light. gyrations, firewater play on skin, and then: ‘so when do you…?’ in a russian accent. we laughed. ‘oh, we don’t do that. that’s illegal.’ he shrugged, bade us sit, and asked instead what our favourite breed of horse was. 2 grand for a dog and pony show.

[Mayday]

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