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"Did he say anything to you?" say I. "No. He disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared when I was lying on the pavement. The war ended, and several months later I was in Copenhagen, where I lived for several years. That was when I became a hooker, which happened all rather quickly for my liking. I met a man there who decided then and there that he was going to shag me, only once, in a hotel room. I don't know, to this day, why I consented. And it wasn't even consent really. But I do suspect that my father had something to do with it. He had, and still has, agents all over the place." "Like the guy at the hotel desk yesterday", says Carl. "Curtis is quite another story. But still connected. Anyway, after sex that night, I fell asleep, and when I woke up in the morning, he was gone. But he did leave a very nice wad of money on the night table, I cannot remember how much, but it was more than enough to get me by for a couple of years" "You must have been pretty good", quips Carl. "To the manner born, I would imagine", she says...