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Explicit possible reality --- prostitutes. |
| Discarded clothes cover the floor it doesn't bring pleasure not anymore For the eighth time tonight she has made a man cum a little bit of cash but not a large sum enough for some coke and a little beer no position too strange no man does she fear six years of life now it has been on the corner men sweating and grunting loud as they fuck her no way out of this life she has been forsaken just doing the act for the money she is making so pretty and bright she was at one time knowing that now she is dying inside spreading her disease to fat greasy slobs who pay thirty bucks just for a pop she fucks them and leaves them and goes on her way not seeing their face not wanting to stay knowing she's destined to a life of pure hell the gun goes off, her body has fell spreading around her like the aura of life her AIDS infested blood gleams under the light. |