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Just Right (Part 3)
Gretel: Smiley’s Trash Alley
Every seedy back alley in the city was the same — same rotten stench of decaying trash, piss, and cheap blowjobs. At least Smiley’s kept a light burning. One solitary incandescent bulb wrapped in a metal cage to keep it safe from sticks and stones, but not the filth and dirt that can be found on the city streets. I couldn’t tell what the gelatinous goo that clung to the light was, but it effectively suffocated the illumination to a dull yellow burn. Just enough to see by.
I’d been pacing just outside the back door of Smiley’s, waiting for Red to come out on her break like we planned. The longer the stench of leftover sex and rotten trash permeated my nostrils — and with each step I took, shoes sticking to God knows what — the angrier I became. How dare she threaten to jeopardize everything I’ve worked for — threatening to tell the Russian who I really was — fucking greedy, whoring, blackmailing, dick-sucking, priest humping…
