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ManaSzeth wasn't quite sure how he got here, but here he stood in a bathhouse, surrounded by sweaty old men with only towels to cover themselves. What had started as a pretty normal day, just walking the streets in the hope of finding some grub, had lead to him following some lady that wouldn't shut up about her youth into a bathhouse that she apparently owned. She explained that she was low on customers and felt that she wasn't getting enough word out about her bathhouse. Szeth felt that it was probably because of all the creepy old guys but he wasn't much of a business man. Regardless, he had been offered a decent sum of cash to hand out fliers to people and stick them up at a few designated places around town. He felt that he had said this to himself too much recently but: work is work.
Szeth made his way outside of the bathhouse and first headed down to the main street. There was usually a big crowd around there and it would be a good chance to offload some of the fliers that he was carrying. He started at the end of the street and handed out fliers to anyone that would give him the time of day. Most people would just tell him to get lost, and most of those that actually accepted his flier could be seen throwing it in the garbage just a little way down the road. Szeth wasn't really bothered too much by this, he was being paid a flat sum to give the fliers out, not to actually make sure that people would read them and come to the bathhouse. There were three locations that the owner of the bathhouse had instructed him to hand out fliers as well, so Szeth made his way to the first of these.
[WC 310]
Szeth made his way outside of the bathhouse and first headed down to the main street. There was usually a big crowd around there and it would be a good chance to offload some of the fliers that he was carrying. He started at the end of the street and handed out fliers to anyone that would give him the time of day. Most people would just tell him to get lost, and most of those that actually accepted his flier could be seen throwing it in the garbage just a little way down the road. Szeth wasn't really bothered too much by this, he was being paid a flat sum to give the fliers out, not to actually make sure that people would read them and come to the bathhouse. There were three locations that the owner of the bathhouse had instructed him to hand out fliers as well, so Szeth made his way to the first of these.
[WC 310]
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