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Customer Starved Prostitutes

A half hour ago they were eight, For the attention of Adult Males Fighting; Now, it is worrisomely late, And not a credible single sighting! No compromises with the venereal disease-parading, As every loose Eve is sensibly upgrading … But the clearly-bent-by-age, Are as clearly out of it: If one should with The Wizened open a page One is in Satan’s personally dug pit It not being all about receipt of asked bills, But also about a man not supported with staff, For no real Eve barricades herself from thrills, Many going for it, not by a half … Not quite the hour to start freeing tears But some moment to entertain normal fears; Customer – Starved Prostitutes, Bent on not being mixed up with Destitute!

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