"They don't come to see you for your fins, doll...", he drawled. A shot of whiskey burning his oesophagus - a plume of smoke pihrouetting from his mouth."They come, cos you're a pair of tits that can't run away".
Mermaid Girl wriggled up back onto the stage - a rock she couldn't dive off - and dreamt of inhaling the whole ocean the same way her boss would smoke a cigarette.
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