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area. The street seemed to be literally crowded with prostitutes. It
was something out of a movie. I slowed the car and watched the women as
we drove by.
"They live such hollow lives, don't they?" Mihiro Taniguchi said softly. "They
are the lost ones. Cynical, frightened, they sell their bodies, even
their souls, to support their private Hell. Whether that hell be some
abusive, uncaring man, or some soul sucking drug."
"They are so lonely, so desperate, they give everything they have
for what little pleasure or sense of security they can find. How alike
we are. Well tonight, one of them will know, for a brief moment, the
ultimate happiness. And the final solution to their petty problems.
Pick one, my precious. Pick one you find irresistible."
I looked at each girl as we slowly continued along the street. The
fact that I had a woman in the car with me didn't seem to deter them from
hawking their wares. Some were actually pretty, or at least would have
been if they weren't so tawdry.
Suddenly,
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