Another day, another fuck. I think her name was Maria. Or something to that extent, perhaps Mary. I don't quite remember, again though she was an Easter European. They all were, really.
It had been a particularly harsh week for me. I had had a pretty bad run in with a pimp a few days earlier. Nothing more scarier than a mad Algerian pimp, thats for
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