After jail there is a period of grace. You’re so glad to be out, nothing can go wrong or be a downer.
You’re free!
Free to come and go. Free to decide what you’ll eat, and when. Free to decide who you’ll eat it with.
The brothel was never so delightful and gay.
You’ll eat in the brothel, and the brothel will have what it is you want. They’ll go out and get it, if they have to. Usually there is a chef or two laying about, who can be summoned to direct the preparation. Many of the whores love to cook, nearly as much as they love to fuck.
The whores know you were in the clink, and are now raring and rearing to go. They know you have money because they know crime does pay.
Spam of Human Affection 
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