Despairing over the death of yet another pet mouse, Charles told himself that he'd never really been and never would be, especially good at anything. Forever denied personal success in any single field or endeavour. He couldnt see himself solemnly climbing a stable ladder anywhere in his future. He didnt feel lost, just dislocated and drained of purpose. He took a long walk through the city, dismayed at the mechanised movements of its morning inhabitants. Swamped by clean pressed clothes and purposeful gazes rushing past him, Charles made for relative peace of the park. He sat cross-leggged on the grass and felt at home amongst the japanese tourists with their sparkling camera eyes and Australian flag baseball caps. Feeling a little less alone, Charles caught a bus to the red light district.
The madamn at the counter eyed him suspiciously.
"So what can i do for you today young man?"
Charles took a moment to think about it, lighting a cigarette.
"I'd like a girl who's all heavy metal, none of this pink miniskirt trash like whats out there on the street. I want black stomping boots and tattoos, i want her fucking nasty and cruel and i want her with a shaved head."
He placed a $100 note on the desk and blew smoke through his nose. The old woman snatched the money and walked into a small ajoinging office, retrieving a card from a solid metal desk.
"All the girls i know like that work in their own outfits, and truth be told i've been losing some of my girls to their 'communes' or 'collectives' or whatever they call em. I don't understand myself whats in those books about anarchy that i been seein em read that sends em all crazy like that. Well i don't care if they want to leave too after that, I say good riddance to rubbish gone rotten. Say...why dont you stay here young fella? Let me and my girls take care of ya, you know i house some classy girls here, real sweet young ladies, and proper and polite too. You dont want some tramp with tattoos and tangled hair do you? My girls are clean and exotic, and they'll still do what you want, yes, come with me now and i'll take you to meet Cindy, i'm sure you'll fall in love with her at first sight now too..."
Charles grabbed the card, ignoring her hustle and made for the exit.
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