Universal Embrocation

So, I ride up slowly to one of those girls that work the corner at King and Wilson Park. It’s a cold night and already she’s sizing me up . . . like she usually takes her dates down to the parking lot at Sunnyside or maybe one of the alleys off Queen, but how in the world are we going to get anywhere on a fucking bicycle? But there she has me all wrong, because I’m really a lot more lonely than I look.
     “Would you give me a kiss for ten dollars?” I ask. “Just on the cheek.”
     “Twenty,” she says.

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