Red Everything’s red here. Garnet red, wine, black velvet with scarlet reflections under the neons. A nameless bedroom, unknown, one more down the endless list. She brought me here, in this windowless apartment. I usually take them home – without even giving them my name – undress them, give them what they want and throw
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