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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Yukari Tateishi :
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After a little more talking,
Wilson got the address of this mysterious place from the old man, and
slipped him fifty dollars for his trouble. The old man's eyes went back
to reading his newspaper and smoking his cigar, and Wilson found himself
out on the street in search of this new adventure.
The afternoon had turned grey, and a slight drizzle had begun to
fall. Wilson found himself walking in the seedier part of town. The
neighborhood was marked with abandoned buildings, gang graffiti, and the
like. Wilson came up to the address. It was a large building, that
looked like it had seen better days. Outside was a dirty sign that
looked like it had been neglected for years. The sign said: "Chambers".
Wilson went up and opened the creaky rusty door. A fairly
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