Chapter 128
Anastasia’s POV The man was shabby but determined. He looked like a punter: a man ready to pay for s*x. The way he hurried past the younger prettier whores suggested he did not have much money. The older ones came away from the wall enticingly. He spoke with one and the conversation ended in a slap. Another shook her head. Looking around desperately, he saw one in the shadows. She had a short red skirt and a red wig, but her face was not clear. As he got closer, he looked and hesitated. She must be in her sixties at least. He asked her, and she replied. He shook his head. She asked him. His reply was obviously not to her liking, but she shrugged and took his hand. His shoulders slumped, but they went into the alley. About ten minutes later another woman came out of the alley. Maybe for
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