I Wonder

“I wonder how many times you had sex / And I wonder who’ll be next…” Me.

He cracked a smile as he watched her undress, with Sixto Rodriguez in the background, echoing his exact thoughts.

She was one of those glamorous prostitutes, who pinned up her curls like a movie star, then let them fall away over her breasts like a flower child. As for him, well, he was nothing special. But the miniature towers of glass bottles around the room made him feel like an extravagant bum.

His headache was severe, but his heartache was fierce.

Temptation wins again.

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