🍆 ───── as he started to find his rhythm in what he was good at there was one thing he needed to put behind; headlines. los angeles knew him was the gigolo who was put away for murder, innocent as he might have been it was difficult to escape that and the people he had once been close to. considering the love of his life went back to her husband and they were raising a child whose life he wouldn’t have part in why stay? what was there for him anyway? the next best place to be someone knew and still do what he did best? new york city. he had a client who did plenty of work there, a good woman to spread his word and talents and who helped him find a spot, and he was off to the races. now here he stood at a bar in a club in new york, popular in its own right, not sure if he was seeking work or something a little more personal and fun. as he leaned against the bar he got the bartender to make him a drink while turning his head to take the place in. the problem was the new city didn’t leave much in the way of friends to be had. he didn’t know anyone.
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