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She should have known it was a trap, but she was desperate. Her kid hadn’t had a new pair of shoes for seven months, and she had no money. The dancing wasn’t enough. She had resorted to the only other thing she could do reliably: prostitution. Of course there were some bad people, but she needed the money so badly. So she had let the man in the suit lead her into the back room of some grimy dump of a strip joint. “So, mister, it’s $100 for the first half hour, 50 up front. You up for it?” “Oh, dolly, I won’t be that long.” He swept her up into a lustful embrace. She didn’t notice the knife until it was halfway in her lower back. A whisper in her ear of “Thanks, baby. That’s all the release I needed”. A fifty dollar bill floating to the ground. A slowly spreading pool of red, warm stickiness beneath her. The last thing she ever heard was the song “Mister Sandman” as her world faded to nothingness.

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