I'm little people and work in a kitchen as a sous chef.
Long hours and chop chop chop all ******* shift 'til it
finally ends and we escape to our addictions of pleasure.
We wake in different beds tangled with strangers we know.
I'm a ****** I've slept with every brainiac you can imagine.
They come in minutes and spend hours trying to convince me
their *ism is the one true god. I listen, i'm paid and I leave.
There's no difference. We need love of any kind and any cost.
Jun 22, 2022
Jun 22, 2022 at 9:42 PM UTC
I'm little people and work in a kitchen as a sous chef.
Long hours and chop chop chop all ******* shift 'til it
finally ends and we escape to our addictions of pleasure.
We wake in different beds tangled with strangers we know.
I'm a ****** I've slept with every brainiac you can imagine.
They come in minutes and spend hours trying to convince me
their *ism is the one true god. I listen, i'm paid and I leave.
There's no difference. We need love of any kind and any cost.
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