“Ya sho it's 'round here?”<br/><br/>“I wouldn't have made this trip if I wasn't sure; believe me.”<br/><br/>It was nine PM, and the indigo, gold-speckled blanket of night has shrouded the city. It was the perfect hour for these two men to search for opportunity- for one of them at least. Sam could not care less about that place anymore; he was merely serving as a bloodhound to this affair. His friend Roch, however, having been told the tale of the elusive brothel, yearns for change as well as directions.<br/><br/>It had been a relentless week for Roch. A dead relationship, a wretched neighborhood, and a cruddy addiction equated to a more than unhappy man. Suicide was nearly an option, but the intimidation the mere thought of death brought prevented any action from being done. Currently, death was the last thing in Roch's mind- fifth to last at best, perhaps- for he was to become a new man- or so Sam claims.<br/><br/>Under his rubber pigeon mask, Sam squinted as they approached an alleyway. He seemed intrigued.<br/><br/>“This,” he began, “I’m pretty sure it's here. I feel a lil’ something...” He paused to face Roch, staring into his singular eye and the tiny reflections on Roch's scintillating face as he walked along.<br/><br/>“Remember, Roch: you can't just want to go, no. You need to. You gotta feel like you have to go. This won't work otherwise…”<br/><br/>“Yeah, yeah, I know, man.”<br/><br/>Sam stopped by some doors in the alley. So did Roch.<br/><br/>“Here. It's here.”<br/><br/>Roch eyed Sam with a tense look on his face, then he gazed at the door. It stood out from the dull infrastructure of the city because of how polished it was. It was imposing, not a bit of skin touching it out of fear or perhaps awe. It signified amendment, amendment that Roch was pretty sure he wanted. Reluctance had held him back for so long, but now it was too late for it to intervene any longer. With a deep sigh, Roch looked back at his trusted friend, the aforementioned burdens seething in his eye.<br/><br/>"Rememba what I told ya," Roch muttered, "Tell erryone, vacation. I went t', what was it, Alabama? To uh, fuckin'..."<br/><br/>"Visit your parents?"<br/><br/>"Yeah. Dat. Dun fuck me ova, bird boy..."<br/><br/>"Gotcha."