I sat at the bar, drinking a watery mojito and watching the young girls out by the pool. It embarrassed me…made me feel dirty.
Back in the day, this place had real class. A place where a man knew his way around a machete, and women made mosquito nets out of bridal veils. Now, it’s just…
“Disney”
I threw back the last of my drink, and a rogue ice cube jumped up and caught me in the front tooth. I gripped it between two fingers and gave it a wiggle.
Maybe there was some action in the casino.
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This is different from your other things. It's a sordid private eye sort of tone.