| 'Why don’t you smile?' |
| she asked. |
| 'I'll smile when you’re dead' I answered, and
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| I wasn’t lying either, the image of her head caved in from being repeatedly
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| Slammed into the asphalt would of brought a huge grin to my face and give me That look that people say I get when I just did something really f**king mean…
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| She leaned in closer, to my disgust. |
| 'And who the f**k do you think you are,
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| Talking to me like that?' |
| she drunkenly slurred, to which I deadpanned 'Someone
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| Who doesn’t suck cock for a living'. |
| At that moment I thought to myself that no One would ever notice if she died, this street walking whore obviously had no Family that cared about her, even her so-called ''clients'' wouldn’t miss her
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| As some younger, probably slightly-less disease ridden prostitute would take
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| Her place within minutes. |
| I wouldn’t even be the aggressor in this, she’s the
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| One who launched an all-out assault on all my senses, her putrid odor of stale
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| Cigarettes and dried cum digging so far up my nostrils that I can taste it in My mouth, something I could of went my whole life without experiencing, her
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| Grating, nasal voice making the verbal diarrhea spewing from her probably most
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| Prolific money-making orifices even more aggravating to match her nauseating,
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| Unkempt appearance, yet she’d probably be even uglier had she showered in the
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| Last month and let her ugliness be fully exposed from under the dirt and scum
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| She is now thankfully covered in… now this has to be considered self defense!
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| In degrading herself to the point of swallowing cum as a means for financial
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| Survival, she has now become the perfect victim, to a point where it just
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| Takes all the fun out of it |