Rose walks the wood lot
gets a sniff of the ragamuffins
selling sex for who knows what
It's Friday night
She knows where Wic is going
she can hear the not so
usual commotion at the
building near by
"Good ni' love."
Good night, Wic.
What does he do over there?
What goes on over there?
Rose wonders
We look into Rose's eye
deeper and deeper
Keep going and this
is what she thinks
goes on
A wooden freight elevator gate
opens
We step into the cavernous
lift
Mmmm. Beer.
"Have one love."
"Thanks, Wic."
"Yar."
"Yar, man."
"YAR!"
"HaaHaa Haa!"
Click Click Clackety Clack
The little "room" wobbles up to
the sixth floor
Time for party favors
before cruising the
art studios
Suction cup door opens up
to: Spices!
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