I’ve made some money,
But she’s made more.
Knock knock!
Another punter at the door.
I slip on my shoes,
Put my lipstick on.
This man is eager,
Again, comes a ‘ding dong’.
He picks me,
I should be happy,
But I have to have sex,
With this vile chappy.
His eyes light up,
As I give him head.
The things you do,
To butter your bread.
Is it worth it,
To...
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