2 the new job


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Man, had he landed on his feet!  Or so he’d thought.  Travelling the world  ..  living from day-to-day  ..  getting what jobs were going to put food in his belly  ..  usually the shittiest of jobs.

And now look what he’d hooked himself.  Work as a high-class gigolo.  The highest class.

Turned out she was “important”.  So much so he was given his own security guys.  Just in case someone tried to get to her through him.

What a joke!  As if that was going to happen?  To a vagrant like him!


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