Geez, Harry, that was a rough one, I don’t think I can take this much longer. The wigs, the nails, the fake boobs, it’s all getting to be too much. Joe lit his respite for a long night, drawing the hot smoke into into his throat, feeling it darkening his lungs.
Harry just shrugged. He’d been at this a long time, and talked Joe into trying it out for a few weeks to get by. The club’s attendance was waning, but there only were a few of the old guys left. The life used to provide a livable income but now it was just the young bucks getting any attention.
The hard life was only temporary for Joe and this was his last night. He was going back to the picket line at the factory. Even hot sun and the taunts of the public were better than this.
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The Bag Lady 
You have such an imagination 😳
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Great story
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