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[It's a weekday, and the bar Neighborhood Watch isn't terribly full. No that any of our patrons have 9-5 jobs anyway, but a fair number have to pretend they do. Seeu's on the piano as I step out on stage. It's a song that was really made for a woman to sing, but it works for me, wearing clothing a bit too immodest for even these streets.
The crowd seems to like it, and there may be a few who come to ask the price on my other profession. I hate them, but I smile for them anyway, and I smile for Seeu because I love him and I don't want him to hurry, and because he makes me feel clean when this world makes me dirty.
The song ends, and I step off the stage and into the crowd, letting my long hair brush against my hips as I walk.]