i sometimes leave for work about 4am drive down the alley way turn and head south and i often see the whores still working they watch me drive by i look at them as i pass then they keep watching hoping for brakelights hoping to get out of the rain for 15 minutes and make 20 dollars for a fix or maybe food they are unattractive but unafraid or at least it would appear that way... they might be beautiful... a guy i know gets one of them sometimes her name is carla and she's rail thin and crazy dressed in jeans that don't fit her in any way sneakers and a ratty jacket but inexpensive and willing to go down on a balding, overweight, usually unbathed, 50 year old, barely employed drunk and for 15 minutes there is a connection based on need so strong that poverty vanishes and law has no reason under the saddest of circumstances this is capitalism we are all barely employed whores and as the sun comes up and the night girls find a place to rest i start my shift
Reason for writing:
a day in the life.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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