Whores and Harlots - Who's the Real Trash?
P25. So, I called up a working girl the other night. After we’re done with the deed, we’re slipping back into our clothes, and she spots a framed photo on my desk—me, wrapped up in a cozy embrace with my ex.
She picks it up, eyes it with a smirk, and goes:
- Who’s this chick with you?
I shrug and say:
- My ex.
She tilts her head, curious as hell:
- So why’d you split?
I spill the ugly truth. Told her we’d been together for six damn years, had plans to pop the big question. Then, outta nowhere, she bolts—straight into the arms of her old high school flame. Yeah, the same bastard who popped her cherry back in the day.
The hooker glances at the photo again, lets out a sharp, bitter chuckle, and says:
- What a fucking slut.
#drama #heartbreak #savage #truth
P25. So, I called up a working girl the other night. After we’re done with the deed, we’re slipping back into our clothes, and she spots a framed photo on my desk—me, wrapped up in a cozy embrace with my ex.
She picks it up, eyes it with a smirk, and goes:
- Who’s this chick with you?
I shrug and say:
- My ex.
She tilts her head, curious as hell:
- So why’d you split?
I spill the ugly truth. Told her we’d been together for six damn years, had plans to pop the big question. Then, outta nowhere, she bolts—straight into the arms of her old high school flame. Yeah, the same bastard who popped her cherry back in the day.
The hooker glances at the photo again, lets out a sharp, bitter chuckle, and says:
- What a fucking slut.
#drama #heartbreak #savage #truth
27 days ago