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CHAPTER 18C PIMP DELUXE She screamed for seventy floors to the street splat. Ping. 'Let's set this party up, people.' said the bald hostess. Mallow asked Szgabu to assist him unfastening the lid of one of the boxes. Inside there was a corpse embalmed so that the cadaver was supple. The Hostess... Sign in to see full entry.