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It was one of the stranger requests I’d ever taken, and one of the most interesting.I love it when my friends think of me! Let me explain: I went to college and roomed with a guy, Richie, from Chicago. His grand parents were, (and here, I have to swear to God, is the truth) a gypsy, a trapeze artist, a gangster and an Kansas farm girl. Through his gangster grandfather Richie inherited a whore house. He was rather embarrassed about owning it, but the money that he made was unbelievable. It allowed him to attend our ‘prestigious’ ivy league college.
Which brings me to the here and now. I am sitting in a cheap hotel waiting with a friend of mine, for a girl to show up. Richie explained that this particular girl was a ‘newbie’ and although she’d been working for him for a few months, and had gotten into the swing of things, there were a few things she wouldn’t do for the customers. That’s where I came in. In school I had a rep for being able to get any girl I wanted and for knowing...
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