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Her solution is to invite over the girls from a local brothel, and within a page, they disappear, all is forgotten, and her isolation is no longer an issue. Raymer previously worked as an “in-home stripper,” making house calls and fulfilling strange fantasies (the most troubling of which was an English professor who asked her to strip, sit on a stool, and read aloud from “In Cold Blood”). When she hesitantly recounts these stories to Dink, he tells her, “You’re gonna do great in this business! … [You’re] one of us.” In some ways, she is: she proves herself capable of swindling and throwing money around carelessly while still obsessing over how it’s made. But she is not that rare female handicapper; for the most part, she doesn’t even gamble, and she takes nearly every cue from the men in her life.

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