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About Leeds

So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

Jamie HOOKER

Finally, I find Dave near the pier. He’s got a couple of pints in hand. “You made it!” he shouts. I grab a drink, and we start chattin’. The sun’s out, and for a sec, I forget about work. But then, outta nowhere, I get a call from my boss. “We need those molds ASAP!” Ugh, typical. I’m like, “Can’t a guy enjoy a pint?” But duty calls, right?

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