Imagining

Alex: Well, we've established the cover: Marcus and I used to work the streets.
Gene: Did you?
Alex: No, that's the cover.
Gene: Shame. Might've fancied a punt.
Alex: Hang on, hang on. Now this is worth getting straight; I'm imagining you, imagining paying for sex with me, in my imaginary role as an imaginary street whore?
Gene: You must have a filthy mind.
Alex: Absolute sewer, apparently.


Now this takes me back...

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Secrets of the dream makers
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Dreams are reality
on the verge to insanity
it’s just a cheap rhyme
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