i walk down the street foraging my turf to let the men all know 3 dollars im worth i wear the fake wig and the pumps bikinis and ice but no one seems to notice me thats why i lowered my price im willing to do anything i have two children at home waiting for me in the morning but for now i patiently roam i walk the walk of a prostitue ive got it down pact but when you hear the sirens you better scurry like a rat maybe one day ill get a man with all this competition i dont mind being used i just want some attention i could get a better job but i simply chose no cause maybe these men could give me something my self -esteem is low i try to be a sexy mama and flaunt all i got with my breasts hanging down theyre saggy, but i have a lot i see a potential customer hes driving an escalade quickly i hurry before the other gerls get laid he says i look nice today but he sees something inside he slips me a note in my chest and pulls out to drive i roll my eyes and im steaming mad but think no big suprise i should have known better i should have hopped in his ride the note says: real women dont get used and place their body out for sale cover up your self and go home before you go to jail cause real men dont need used up three dollar whores we need someone to stand errect and cares about a lot more i start to think about what he said and i dont take it to offense maybe his words of wisdom could become my best friend ive left the life of three dollar whores cause i got more to do than watch my self being and object for some strangers useBirth sign: Virgo
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