There’s something ironic about the ad. Lookin’ for a good time? Call, it said. Nobody has ever had a good time responding to one of those ads. Nobody has ever had a good time placing one of them.
You’ll do whatever I like? I ask.
A hundred and fifty dollars? I ask.
An extra twenty for kissing.
I thought about it.
A hundred and fifty it is.
Good thinkin’, Sugar. Kissin’ don’t last.
I hung up, and stepped out of the phone booth. It smelled of piss. What kind of a sicko used a phone booth, anyway?
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