'Oh boy,' Edmund thought to himself. 'Either I'm real lucky or in deep shit. She was either showing genuine interest of some kind or she was closing on a mark. And not the kind of mark strippers conned out of cash either. He'd be ready, but on the other there were certainly worse things to see before you die.
"You've got some serious talent, miss. Buy you a drink?"
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