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Requiem For A Stripper #76

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I needed to know if the club owners were a part of supplying girls to The Immoral Society or if they were bypassed entirely and just gotten through Hoofers.

Minga scoffed, "You ain't gettin' in to see the boss."

"I'll get in. Either following you... or stepping over your unconscious body," I said as I clenched my fists.

He put his hands up, "There's no need for that, Mr. Randolph. I'll take you to him. Just follow me, please."

I knew he was leading me into a trap. I just had to hope I could get myself out of it...

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