Heath Wolfe walked into the strip club with a frank expression worn on his face. He placed his chin low to avoid suspicion.
Making his way around the back of where the clients in the club sat towards a different back way in the corner where some guys stood.
As he headed towards the back, Heath passed beside an alcoholic middle class worker with brown hair and beards who seemed the type to spend every of his salary earning in the club just one night. Heath couldn't help but sneer.
' Fucker has a good job but comes here to waste a good amount of his life instead. s*x depraved motherfucker!' He cursed in his mind. Heath currently had a lot of financial difficulties but he wasn't privileged, not even as little as this worker. In short, he envied the alcoholic.
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