A New Year in New York

A New Year in New York

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Following Lacey on her late-night escort run to her highest paying client, she has felt uneasy all night and doesn't have the slightest inkling as to why. This is her first year as a New Yorker near Time's Square on New Year's Eve and she was going to do it right! But, what is this dreadful feeling that seems to lurk in and out of her mind? Written January 6th, 2019
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