Poor

Another reg must go.  No job.  He is sorry.  He tells me it's just a few months.  Then he is back.  I like this man.  He has no name for you.  But I like him.  He says no money.  His wife and him are poor.  The bills are late. He can't poon.  I understand.  I hate it but I know this.  This guy is good.  He comes to me and is polite.  Brings me a gift.  I don't wish him to go.  But he must go.  So I have 3 regs now.   If they come just one day each week it's 700.   300 for Unhappy, 2 browns for the others.  Not all will come. 

So what can I do?  I can't go to CL.  I hate it.  I don't want to get new clients.  I am tired.  Now I am over 10 years as a whore.  10 years of sucking cock.  I am the veteran.  I can have my own show.  Whoreville.  It's the super whore.  I think I should find a job.  Maybe I can work.  A regular job.  I will go find one. 

Out I go.  I walk to places.  It's fast food.  I ask I can apply for a job.  Each one sais we don't hire now.  There is no work.  I think how can it be?  You can't get this job even?  I don't know this economy.  It's tough out there.  But I notice.  The place I get the coffee.  It's gone.  The stores is gone.  And less people.  I think just a few years.  It's money on trees.  But now these trees have no leaves.   The news is bad.  I talk to Unhappily Married.  He is worried.  The price of oil goes way down.  So does gas.  Before he spends on me.  Dinner for a brown is nothing.  Now it's just coffee.  He tells me he will sell his big house.  Go smaller.  His bills are big.  I know it I say. I am this way.  I must keep him interested.  Or he can find a cheap whore.  Now many have lower prices.  So what can I do?  I fuck him free.  It's not always.  Just once and a while.  He still comes for his needs.  I am not a stupid girl.  I know poor.  

I read these review boards.  Its' the same.  It's poor.  How can this happen?  It seems money never stops here.  Then it does.  My bank has nothing now.  It's gone.  I remember before I can buy a dress.  I like it so what.  The price tag doesn't matter.  Tomorrow Larissa gives 3 BJs and her pockets are full.  Now. it's 3 a week.  I can't make more.  Maybe I can?  But I can't.  I am tired of this job.  I am sick of this industry.  So long I do it.  I want more.  But I can't go now.