Half past 3pm. Got up, freshen up. It’s time to make a living, when the sun goes down.
A very tight off-shoulder pink blouse, A mini distressed jeans, Cellulite-free butt cheeks come out to play, And a 4 inch silver coloured heels, To score any men I fancy.
I let the Johns hold me. Grab me wherever they fancy. As long as they keep buying drinks.
Do not look at me with those pitiful eyes. I do not comprehend your world to mine.
For this, is how I stay alive.
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