She pushed her auburn hair back and raised her painted face. “No, grazie. Not today. I'm dry, I need water, yes just a water.” She drained the glass without pause for breath and then pulled at her stretch top trying to pump air through next to her skin. I refilled her drink. “How's business, this heat can't be good in your line of work?” She glared into my face and her bloodshot eyes closed to slits. “You're not suggesting I'm past it, are you? I'm too old to attract the johns?”

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她把棕色的头发放到耳后，仰起铺满浓妆的脸。“不，谢谢你。不是今天。我很渴，我需要水，只想喝水。”她一口气喝光杯里的水，然后伸长胳膊，像要把空气都挤走似的。我又给她倒满水。“生意怎么样？你这种热情对工作没有好处。”她盯着我的脸，充满血丝的眼睛眯成了一条缝。“你不是在说我已经过时了吧，我很老，不能引起约翰逊的注意吗？”