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Skimming over the topic of the state of their relationship, Harlow put down her chopsticks to pick up her beer. “What’s it like sleeping with a p********e?”
“That’s really your question?”
“I’m curious,” she said. “Do you know any male prostitutes?”
“Yeah,” he said with food in his cheek. “Haven’t slept with them though.”
He was looking at her like she was crazy, but she just rolled her eyes. “Straight male prostitutes.”
His chin bobbed when he swallowed to clear his mouth. “s*x with a hooker still counts,” he said, and flicked her necklace. “You’re mine. Even if you dump my a*s, you don’t get to screw around with gigolos and then tell me it doesn’t count.”
“Not for me,” she said. “Didn’t Anwen tell you about Ophelia’s big plan to have a space for women? She thinks we deserve the
