Back-Alley Blues
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“Hong, put a price on yourself. Go on, do it.” “You don’t look like the type, but you really know how to sell it.” “So? How much am I worth? …Fifty. Give me at least that much.” In the end, that was all Nana managed to say pathetic words that slip...
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