This does not reflect the opinions of my profession, this poem simply highlights, maybe why, some businesses have been around for millenia quite successfully.
It is a fiction :)
This doesn't mean to offend or upset anyone.
Come in, come in, how is your night, We have something you can’t resist, Inside we can feed your cardinal need, We can satisfy your primalist wish, Just see the Madame, on the way through, Then we’ll deliver a drink to your seat, And we’ll perform on a pole, forgetting it all, Even things that the minister preached, Then we’ll smile at you, suggest a small dance, And you can take us away to a room, And there you’ll relax, while we’re gentle with you, As we gracefully remove our costume, Then the night will be over, and you’ll walk out the door, With the biggest grin covering your face, And when you get home, you’ll lay by your bride, Falling asleep in a sexy embrace.
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