Is she, or isn't she? I walk down the streets of the Plateau, and desiring a girl that I see, ask myself:
Most, I think, don't ask this question, or if they ask it, ask it already knowing the answer.
I ask it all the time. Why? Not her clothes, of course: Whores dress more modestly while working than most of our teens, even in brothels. Perhaps she carries a purse that's too small. Perhaps she walks as if being naked is her cost of doing business.
Perhaps she looks like a girl who can't say No.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 2/02/2004 06:21:00 PM
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