“Prostitutes?” The woman’s voice on the other end of the phone was at once curious, confused, and slightly suspicious.
“D’at’s right! D'ey were everywhere!” The man’s voice was animated as he tried to explain, his Jamaican accent highlighted by his tone.
“Prostitutes.”
“No, shit, babe; d’ere I was- mindin’ me own business when d’ey came out of
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