It's tricky in the streets of Whoreville.
My definition of the word 'whore' is of course senselessly retarded! And I use it loosely, call me tongue-happy. Only because I'm Phelisa.
Unless you're open about your hoefession, oops I mean profession - I will not judge you. Nothing more vein-piercing than a whore pretending to be Mary. Actually no, Mary was a dirty girl! Let's say, Jemimah. Only because I refuse to believe that a human with such a hideous name can trick-a-lot. And because it means "dove," which traditionally symbolises peace. By judge I mean, ridicule you and possibly plan your stonage. By stonage I mean, the process of stoning you. To death. Yes. Okay I lie. Just. Stop. Tricking. It's not healthy. You can't afford to lose the remaining pin-head size of respect the world has for you. A single vodka-cranberry is not worth your oowee! Do the Math. How many times do you drink in a week??
She lives, that Aids. Her spawn poised on every barstool, waiting for you.
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