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"Why am I here? If you're gonna call the police,
call them," I said,
softly.
"What was the plan; take him for all he had on him? Hmm? Go up to his
room, let him do his thing with you and then wait until he slept? Did
you really think you could come in here and steal from our guests?"
"What! No, I..."
"Oh, please save it. I know how you boys operate. Who's your pimp?
Eddie?"
Just then, footsteps quickly came up the stairs and I looked behind me,
relieved to see Carly Johnson appearing from below.
"JJ? What's going on... why aren't you..." she spoke, before being
interrupted sharply.
"You know this piece of work?" the man asked, frowning.
"Carly," I sighed, "thank god. Could you please tell this...dickhead who
I am, and that I'm not a hustler?"
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