Lost

Papa has no job.  My job is not good.  Now this recession comes to Alberta.  I see it.  If you are a whore you know it.  I am shocked.  Unhappily Married will come for less sessions.  He comes to tell me.  His head hangs.  It's tough he says.  He can only come 1 day each week now.  His company is smaller.  He is downtown.  It's 2 floors but now just 1 floor.   I am worried.  It eats me.  I can't sleep.  Only with more and more red wine.   I get this free paper.  It says bad times.  People are worried now.  I am worried.   You see, one thing, when the bad comes more are whores.  The price goes down.  You have to adapt.   Or you will be without business. 

The easy money is over for me.  Now I must find clients.  I know it.  I must move.  This apartment costs so much.  I see the website.  Now it's thousands for rent.   I can see a cheaper price.   I will move but it's not good.  Now I must get 1 room.  My bed is their bed.  I don't like this AT all.   In this job, I can sleep with 10000000000 men.  But none come to my bed.  Only a boyfriend can.   It's how I think.  A whore bed is a whore bed.  My bed is for me and a lover.  But this must change.  It makes me drink more.  Now is 7 days each week.  Also I buy some cigarettes.  I don't smoke a long time.  Not since the MP but now I do.   You can forget.