I am not a whore. I just work. I sometimes count these bottles. It's all day. Or I put them in the big plastic thing. Most are homeless. It's their job. They get the bottles to get a paycheck. The rest is welfare. How is this job? You like to smell beer 100 days old. Or the man says I had 100 cans not 98. He can't know it. He believes. He will argue too. it's 20 cents. It's just so easy. You say sure buddy. Go fuck off. This job sucks. But I can't suck a cock. No dreams of Eau Claire. Or the MP. No way.
If I don't work I go to Georgia's. We smoke some cigarettes. We talk. We have some sex. She does just a massage. It's bad business too. Each day is slow. What can you do? You can smoke. I start to smoke again. Every day. Georgia lives not so far. I can walk.
How is my life now? It's tough. I go to the dollar store. I get my groceries there. It's the same. Some pasta and cheese. Soup. It's 2 for 1 dollar. I can drive there. It's close. With a car it's good. You can save money. I can go to Safeway. Or this store. If you are poor you find poverty to shop. 17th Ave SE in Calgary. It's ugly. The price is good. I got there once each week. I can eat. I go to work. I count bottles. It stinks. The music is loud. How is this job? The people there are weird. Each morning the door opens. It's homeless men. To get the bottles. They will find money then get some food and drinking. This is how each time I work is. This is the job of the poor. Collect cans. I count them. I give them a paper. They get the money. Next.
I do some things. To pass the time I go to GT's. It's Georgia. I go to my gym. It's close. I can go there. Work out. They have tv. I don't have it now. So there is free tv. GT has TV. GT is Georgia. I can go there too. We spend our time. Food Network. I wish I have this big kitchen. I am a chef. I cook. Others come to my house. They eat and say Larissa, you are the chef!. But I can't. For me it's pasta with cheese. I learn this. Get some pasta sauce in this. It's cheap but makes flavour.
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