Tears of a prostitute know cry

You don't laughed scorn me, a man with no know how many girls like him comes along just a cover guy, so you're more than I was? Well, so is money, that's the money that was raised to high position than I, you, and I'm whore.

Never see me as human, though only a minute thinking maybe it will make you laugh, because just like filthy fucking ecstatic as I how can class man as he was, not through me just over a doll sex, just more than the smell of fiery salty sweat, the tongue of the fellatio.

Who are also suffering, the life it's hard to live ...

I thought of coins worth more than those of my pain, my pain you through how much?. For me, he is just a sale buy on emotion, not necessary bed calling for me to then throw me away, bored. Also, I've had all my life are you at watching her, had I feel happy when you caress ve clawed arms warm. Rare happiness of a whore.

Never do you see me crying, the people at my house, we underwrite the shoulder ballast hair gets face violence or pain on his bed, he is thirsty beast tears; the joy of seeing the faces of my hard bottle doldrums inert ri leak weep. Scary shit man smile of cold-blooded killer when she saw the "tears of a cave"

In the dictionary of love a whore like me, if not love, it is hate, so when I die bury love always both tears for him according to the stupid love. But if you need the money, and the piling, I will cry for you see, tears lie to sell for a man will never know what is crying.

Believe me, I was a cave known to cry, but never will I cry because of you, because you have underhand toward pour away it, the tears I have given swap into laughter that sells my mozzarella cheese for you to see. Then, it is what ultimately I can tell you in addition to the fold up bed to make money.=