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Funny, seems all of LA seems to know it.

Hey, Corrie.

How you doing?

Good. Seems to me that this Austrian gentleman would like to buy you a drink.

Can I buy you a drink?

No, thanks.

For old times' sake?

Alright.

I have been hedging you.

Been busy.

Oh, what is my money? That's good enough for you. What is wrong?

Not enough of it.

Up to this point, I had been indecisive about taking the job with Gomez and the Argentinian.

But one look at Corrie and I went soppy and my tumor almost exploded.

I'd make enough in one evening to bankroll my romance with her for a long spell.

I would fuck her till she got so old no other guy would want to fuck her.

I have something to tell you.

What's that?

The talk of money had a strange way of changing this woman's attitude and outlook.

It could have been the tumor.

Like a sap, I laid out the whole game plan.

Named names, places, everything.

And the effect on Corrie was nothing short of miraculous.

Ooooooh.

Uuuuugh.

Ewww.

Mmm.

Oh, so good.

I'm moving.

Oh yeah.

Oh