Yep, maybe tomorrow we can tell the producers K-Ill is committed to another project and has to wrap things up. That'll work. When I get back in I'll bounce the idea off Leena. It'll still be a while, since I opted to walk home tonight—just couldn't take another limo ride with Nikki, and the thirty minutes of posing for cameras that comes with a fifteen minute drive. Of course, I know Leena'll just go on again about how this Italian lady is a prisoner of society's expectations and how her mind is in desperate need of liberation. What would she say if she found out about Nikki's desperate need to liberate Bazoomba's clothes from her body?
Wait. What was that?
Am I being followed? I'm being followed.
A casual look around at the city's nightlife: God damn if they're not following me!
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