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somehow, within the
ongoing slaughter, by the grace and selflessness of one brave soul, the two
children disappeared. Once the last of the dead bodies were gathered and thrown
into the fire pit, filling the air and sky with the thick black stench of
burning flesh, no one became wise to the two missing children.
    It
is understood that if anyone discovers they are infected their best bet is to
turn themselves in to not only allow the henchman to give them a quick, clean,
and painless death at the chopping block but to also spare the lives of their
loved ones. In many cases this unwritten law has proven effective.
    Regardless
of the risk it still does little damage to the economics of prostitution. In
fact, it is a thriving business. Paper currency is no longer sought after; all
old world currency is considered dead. Prostitutes now only take such things as
food, clean water, clothing, jewelry, weapons, these things have solid value.
Because men, and in some cases women as well, will always be accursed with an
insatiable craving  for coitus, brothels are the best business in Maddick,
and being under the protection of Vincent himself the prostitutes of Maddick
are the cleanest, best fed, and well dressed, male or female. But they also run
the risk of meeting death much faster now more than ever. After all, it’s not
like they have an endless supply of condoms from the now defunct Trojan
Company. But the perks somehow seem to outweigh the imminent danger.
    Pan
and Bruno go to one of these brothels and are greeted at the door by Madam
Jizell; a pretty Latina, and although she has a skinny frame, her breasts are
plump.
    ”Pan,”
she says with a sly smile. “I didn’t think we’d be seeing you again for a
while. From the way you crawled out of here last time I figured it would take a
month for those balls to refill themselves. Should I get Alexis again or would
you like to have a go with a different girl?”
    Pan
grins bashfully. “Well, I, uh…” Bruno elbows him, and when Pan sees that
grotesque face he remembers what they are here for and quickly regains his
composure. “We’re not here for that. Bruno here got a little banged up and
needs to get his face cleaned and sewed up and his shoulder looked at.”
    “What
do you got for me?” Jizell deadpans.
    Pan
reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a thin gold chain with a small
diamond pendent. He lays it in her open hand and she holds it up to examine it.
    “Is
it real?” she asks.
     “Are
those real?” Pan quips, ogling the two opulent mounds before him veiled behind
a soft wispy layer of material. She gives him a sardonic leer and then he says,
“Sometimes it’s not if something is real or not real, just as long as it looks
good, eh.”
    She
steps to the side and waves them in.
    Prostitutes
are everywhere: big ones, little ones, tall, short, ugly, pretty, young, and
old, of any race to your liking. Many of the girls who aren’t entertaining a
client at the moment flirt with Pan and Bruno as they walk through, mostly
flirting with Pan though, as he is well known in the brothels. He is quite the rafe when he can afford to be.
    Madam
Jizell leads the two men to a small room in the back. Bruno is told to remove
his shirt and to sit on a table covered with old newspapers. The Madam slips on
a smock, washes her hands in a pan of clean water, slides on a pair of rubber
gloves, wraps a surgeons mask around her face, and
dons a pair of protective eyeglasses. Now presenting the
reputable Dr. Jizell.
    Jizell
has been a prostitute ever since she was fourteen years old, over half her life
now. With a strong desire to be more than just a common whore for the rest of
her life she earned her GED at nineteen years old and soon after enrolled in
nursing school while continuing to hook in order to pay off her schooling. But how the world changed before she was able to live out her
dream. She is now one of the very few left who profess in human anatomy,
medically and