Getting one's hopes up, just to see the same thing all over again. Empty promises, empty bottles, empty and meaningless sex. A prostitute selling herself for the lewd, casual, yet discreet sexual favors for the cheating husbands, the deginerate slime that walks these streets are by far the most honest people in America.
Sixty bucksfor half an hour. Not done in time? Too bad. You pay them to leave. They leave after the half hour is up. You were told You only get this half hour of whatever void of pleasure you aren't getting from your wife.
May God bless America. You worry about the terrorists in other countries, and at home. I'm going to worry about finishing on time.
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