I'm thankful for the humanity so many
whores have shown me, over the years.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 11/24/2005 05:45:00 PM
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I come down the stairs to the waiting room, carefully avoiding the low ceiling where I've banged my head more than once, hearing voices below:
There's a mound on the rug in the center of the room: zipped bags of see-through, glistening plastic, wrapping wadded up color: red, green, blue; solids and patterns; white lace:
The uniform supplier has dropped off the month's scanties.
The whores squat round the fresh load, chattering excitedly as they pick through them.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 11/21/2005 06:24:00 PM
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