The Neon Affair
The Neon Affair Act I I'd been working at the Velvet Cage for exactly eleven days when Big Sal decided I was a drink he could order. The club was on East Fourteenth, three floors above a laundromat that always smelled of other people's underwear. Inside, it was all marble and mirrors and men who could afford marble and mirrors. I wasn't supposed to be inside -- I was supposed to be in the back...
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