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.
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