(Ernie and the ladybug woman. AI generated photo)
Ernie and the woman with the ladybug tattoo hurried through the Dickensian squalor from the pub to her tiny flat in Croydon, stepping around a blind beggar and his dog.
She opened her door and silently motioned him toward her bed. A grimy toy meercat and a half-empty jar of gherkins accented the Kafkaesque scene.
They kissed, and his fumbling fingers removed her flimsy Freudian slip, dropping it to the floor.
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