Pale, nervous girls with black-rimmed glasses and blunt-cut hair lolled around on sofas riffling Penguin Classics provocatively. For fifty bucks, I learned, you could "relate without getting close." For a hundred, a girl would lend you her Bartok records, have dinner, and then let you watch while she had an anxiety attack.
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