Dimples: life of a club bunny

I can't believe they did it again. I mutter angrily as I pace before the barred window.
Hope blinks up at me from where she sits on my old bed with wide eye, not understanding why I'm so angry she's here. I lean over the dresser and peek out the window. Men in leather cuts hang out in small groups under the silvery light of the moon. Some lean on their bikes with almost naked women standing between their feet while other puff on cigarettes, creating a cloud of smoke above their heads.

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