Enter two women. The first, a brunette, has a ski-jump nose and wears black pants with leopard skin cuffs. She’s in her mid twenties. The second is in her fifties. She’s a chemical blonde with short hair and a white polyester suit. She could be a secretary from New Jersey. The two do not take drinks. They take a perch above the nightclub’s bar and dance floor. They wear serious faces and scan the crowd.
“Here are two olmedaamid,” says Lii Tanner, using her word for prostitute. Lii is the author of, Olmedaamide Tallinn, a novel she says is half autobiographical. In the novel, the protagon...
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