Tony felt ridiculous in the tiny bikini he was wearing as he walked back towards the caravan where he was now living.
It was the only thing he had to wear.
The woman who stole his body, his identity and his life had left him with practically nothing.
He was now a poor, cheap prostitute selling her wares out of a caravan near the beach, with the police haunted down the woman who stole his body, and the courts sorted out his identity claim.
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