It felt so good to be home. I’m so tired of this weather and all these fools running around here. My hair’s all fucked up. I look a hot mess now. I need to do something with it before I go to work.
I haven’t gone out in a long time. I should go out tonight. Every time I go out to the bar one of those idiots is tryin to get me tto dance there. Some Italian big shot thinks he owns the town. Well he don’t own me. I dance wherever I damn well please, or where ever I can make the most.
Maybe I’ll go check it out. It’s not like I’m rakin in the big buck now. If I get in with the owner, maybe I can even get an advance outta him. You never know what you can get out of a horny son of a bitch who thinks he owns you. Manipulation is the key. Men are easy. I figured that out at a young age. Men are easy. Real easy.
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