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Slut Vomit: An Anthology of Sex Work

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“McHenry glanced at his watch’s tiny face, cursed, gave up and headed towards the men’s room. He felt a firm hand on his arm. The CEO’s wife pulled him closer, trying to whisper something in his ear. He instinctively closed his nose with his thumb and forefinger when he smelled the cadaver-decompositioned combination of cigarette smoke combined with the halitosis caused by bad dental hygiene over many years. No wonder her husband was nowhere to be seen, he thought as he tried to wrestle his arm away from the iron grip of his stalker.”

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