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On the street the girls are beautiful and angular. They linger in half-lit corners, veiled in shadow. Eyes, narrow and glittering like cobras ready to strike.
In the ultraviolet an exotic brunette beckons me with a slender finger. Her smile rouge red and glistening. She draws me in like a sorceress. The light, the perfume, the cleavage make me swoon as she leans forward and whispers in my ear.
deep in my pockets