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He told her that sex sells. She told him that she was open for business.
She would hitch up her skirt and ask if they could play games. He would laugh at her. She asked him if they could pretend to be on the docks. She would dim the lights and rub up next ot him, asking "what's your name, big boy?" He laughed again.
She was the whore of Babylon. She would pull fishnets up her legs and hook them to her garters. She would climb into her red seven cylinder Crystler and cruise.
This beast had only one horn, though.
No angels lurked anywhere near her.
And the only bowl was the one in the backseat for her to spit in after her Johns finished.
She would hitch up her skirt and ask if they could play games. He would laugh at her. She asked him if they could pretend to be on the docks. She would dim the lights and rub up next ot him, asking "what's your name, big boy?" He laughed again.
She was the whore of Babylon. She would pull fishnets up her legs and hook them to her garters. She would climb into her red seven cylinder Crystler and cruise.
This beast had only one horn, though.
No angels lurked anywhere near her.
And the only bowl was the one in the backseat for her to spit in after her Johns finished.