yeah, like i don't get the fetish of a clear-cut
transaction,
she's bulgarian ******* who pretend to
be romanian,
   and she has this lovely tattoo on her
shoulder-blade like your port-wine stain
removal, you love her physique to bits,
and you're but an ogre,
  she takes your money and gives it to
her *****-slapping madame, which is
illegal in england because:
in england prostitution is only legal
if you're self-employed:
tell that to the ******* snorkeling in amazon,
dot co dot uk...
              so you're with her,
you've been with her before, and she's hammered,
she tells you:
     i'm hammered.
but you still **** her because the transaction
was, "sound"...
           and then you see her start crying rather
than vomiting from the excess of ***** ******* her
**** gave her and the disgust she feels
for you needing to get drunk,
and she starts crying...
        |||||||||||||||||| stop button...
the ****?!
           she starts to mingle with all the the
other "efforts": prostitution:
the exclusivity of the dual-nurtured object
combined...
                    ever ****** a *******
when she was crying, and then stop?
oh right, so sorry: "it" all happens in america...
guess all the Puerto Rico ****** have all the fun,
down in Amsterdam, never mind their weight...
but ever have to stop ******* when
a girl starts crying, even though you made
a transaction, maybe i've cave-person new-be
when it comes to the concept of money...
         i must be the famous hunchback
of notre-dame...
                                i still have the tear...
     this overwhelming guilt among the english,
juggling Madonnas & Jezebels...
                             how horrid for the sons
of england to encompass both,
with mere Oedipus, stretched in terms
of less ideological glamour and more in terms:
the perpetuated free-meal-ticket-ride...
           a lap dance is so much better
when the stripper is crying?
         likewise:
what do you call a pundit when a
******* is crying?
                not exactly bloodhound gang
easy rabies and a postcard's worth of:
you better wish you ****** this...
  sure... but the point being:
you never ****** a crying *******...
i have no answer concerning the meaning
of being interluded by such drama,
that's pure woman...
  i'll only learn the truth behind those tears
when a queen becomes a *****...
****... Diana is dead...
                            ****... who am i to choose?
she had the same exact tattoo where i have my port-wine
stain removal in the form of a scar...
     i love prostitutes...
  there's so much less gimmick in keeping
things fake, formal...
buying dinner? i rather eat you as my dinner...
england is ******* when it comes to
carnal desires... england always desired
perversity, homosexuality or trans-sexuality
which always deemed itself above
a very orthodox economic exchange...
   ******* perverts R US...
              i'm not into your ***** ****...
the most i ever got from a latex fantasy was wearing
a ******* ******!
                       but no "sane" woman will
ever have a chance to explain a crying
*******, even if she's a stripper:
  she has about as much clue into the whole
affair as the affair i had with
       the Gorgon:
   ***** was so hot that i had to jump into
a batch and pour hot water over myself naked,
while she remained ******* on the bed...
           it's always the dimmed lights and
the perfume of bourbon in a brothel,
and the intimidating introduction of
being in the ration of 1:10...
      and you're supposed to make a choice...
but a crying ******* is always a first,
blind drunk she doesn't ask for ***** ****...
odd, isn't it... most prostitutes as ******* nuns
in comparisons with the modern girls...
   can i repeat that prostitutes don uniforms
in brothels that are hardly revealing?
can i inform you that most prostitutes
behave like nuns?
    can i inform you can most prostitutes is not all
are not into ***** being the new pink?!
can i tell you some prostitutes
transcend the rule of actually
kissing you on the lips and giggling?
can i tell you that most prostitutes
are actually the lost encounters of the admete?
how few admire them for the other name,
that is... callithyia;
  entwined in courting whether there be,
or there not be a king:
                   leprosy judged or by herculean
might pronounced later lost of mind:
the daughters admete & callithyia
                renounce a history of past or future,
for a history that's merely a:
corrupt, current every beaming
recurrent plagiarism of a "beginning".