Cans litter the entrance to the bar and the bright lights from inside bleed out of the hinges of its doors.
Jake can barely stand the stench in the street. This Meat-Packing district bar looks like the perfect place for young entrepreneurs to waste away money and college girls to dance at an up-and-coming modern establishment.
He is still yet to understand how he was lured to come here. To make matters even worse, his truly great mate, left him as they crossed the threshold.
He should be honest, he did not expect it to be so packed on a Thursday night.
And that fact perhaps is what makes it so remarkable that he spots her from behind.
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Short StoryIn which a hooker falls in love with her client's roommate. snippet: "She'd wanted to slap him. Right across that goddamn handsome face. But then again, he is right. Isn't he? She is actually a whore. Isn't she?"
