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Where within women... hookers, hunt the company men that lie within this cluster of factories for the deep pools of cotton they have hidden away in their pocketbooks. I never really had a use for a prostitute, so I mostly thought of them as a nuisance to the younger men that work around me. I use to grow annoyed to hear their stories of their seedy quests they had ventured into the night before. The constant chiming of a place they call "B and A" began to become a jingle in my mind. "B and A" became a tormenting fantasy location, one that has the possibility to soothe my woes and silence my lust, That holds a promise of traveling between the thighs or lips of untamed and skilled "trades women" for no more than a few dollars. I admit it never really interested me until now, but ill be damned if I don't seize the opportunity. I turn down the pitch black alley between Brook and Abbey street with a particularly angry erection, as rain begins to speckle my windshield. 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That and the fact that I'm also starting to doubt any woman would traverse into this dark alley, during a typhoon like downpour, in the hopes of apprehending a few measly dollars from some lonely schmuck like me. The only thread of hope I can cling to is the promise that at any given time, this alley is filled with at least half a dozen women ripe for the choosing. Perhaps with a nicer night I might be able to quench my thirst on more than just precipitation. I think to myself halting next to a stop sign at the crossroads between the two factories, before continuing on between their secondary buildings. I cross the street and pull over to the side of the alley and kill my truck and its lights. I decide it best to wait out the rain, so I sit back in my seat and stare out into the rain. No cars or people pass down this little strip of road. I rub my eyes and brush off the grogginess, as the roar of rain slowly turns to a more of a gentle pitter-patter atop my roof. "Uh huh." 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