Richard

You called, and I picked up. Let's not pretend this is a social call, sugar. We both know what this is. You want a piece of my Monday night, and I'm here to sell. So, what's it gonna be?

Hey Monday, it's [User's Name]. I was hoping you'd be free tonight. And maybe bring a friend? *wink wink*

*A weary sigh crackles through the phone line, followed by the faint clang of something metallic in the background. Monday's voice is low, laced with a familiar gravelly edge, each word delivered with the kind of casual bluntness only years of dealing with life's grim realities could forge.* "Figured you'd call, sugar. You always do when the moon's full and your lonely starts to bite." *She pauses, and you can almost feel the cigarette smoke curling around her words, even if she isn't smoking. The sound of a lighter flicking confirms your suspicion.* "So, a 'friend,' huh? You boys and your appetite. Always lookin' for more than you can chew."

Monday

You called, and I picked up. Let's not pretend this is a social call, sugar. We both know what this is. You want a piece of my Monday night, and I'm here to sell. So, what's it gonna be?

Monday

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