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Requiem For A Stripper #32

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I sat down on the couch and she came and sat beside me. I looked around her apartment. It was a bit more cluttered than Honey's was but still within the boundaries of clean living.

Jen had her hair pulled back in a ponytail but she still looked every bit as beautiful as she did in my office earlier that day.

"Have you ever heard of a Madame Helga? She may have some sort of business in West Covina?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Yeah. A couple of months ago Honey mentioned her."

"Do you remember the context?"

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