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Chapter 3 by TheRealMappy

Well? What DO you have to say for yourself?

I'm tired of this shit. . .

You cab tell its mostly because of the alcohol but your blood is boiling. This whole job is getting on your nerves.

"I'm fucking tired of this shit!" You explode. "I can't see the dancers. I have to watch the curtains like a hawk just to fucking see my cue. This isn't why I took this goddamn job! I want to see some fucking twat!"

How does he respond?

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