`Why don't you smile?` she asked. `I'll smile when you're dead` I answered, and
I wasn't lying either, the image of her head caved in from being repeatedly
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****** mean...
She leaned in closer, to my disgust. `And who the f*** do you think you are,
talking to me like that?` she drunkenly slurred, to which I deadpanned `Someone
who doesn't suck c*** for a living`. At that moment I thought to myself that no
one would ever notice if she died, this street walking w**** obviously had no
family that cared about her, even her so-called "clients" wouldn't miss her
as some younger, probably slightly-less disease ridden prostitute would take
her place within minutes. I wouldn't even be the aggressor in this, she's the
one who launched an all-out a**ault on all my senses, her putrid odor of stale
cigarettes and dried c** 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
grating, nasal voice making the verbal diarrhea spewing from her probably most
prolific money-making orifices even more aggravating to match her nauseating,
unkempt appearance, yet she'd probably be even uglier had she showered in the
last month and let her ugliness be fully exposed from under the dirt and scum
she is now thankfully covered in... now this has to be considered self defense!
In degrading herself to the point of swallowing c** as a means for financial
survival, she has now become the perfect victim, to a point where it just
takes all the fun out of it
I wasn't lying either, the image of her head caved in from being repeatedly
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****** mean...
She leaned in closer, to my disgust. `And who the f*** do you think you are,
talking to me like that?` she drunkenly slurred, to which I deadpanned `Someone
who doesn't suck c*** for a living`. At that moment I thought to myself that no
one would ever notice if she died, this street walking w**** obviously had no
family that cared about her, even her so-called "clients" wouldn't miss her
as some younger, probably slightly-less disease ridden prostitute would take
her place within minutes. I wouldn't even be the aggressor in this, she's the
one who launched an all-out a**ault on all my senses, her putrid odor of stale
cigarettes and dried c** 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
grating, nasal voice making the verbal diarrhea spewing from her probably most
prolific money-making orifices even more aggravating to match her nauseating,
unkempt appearance, yet she'd probably be even uglier had she showered in the
last month and let her ugliness be fully exposed from under the dirt and scum
she is now thankfully covered in... now this has to be considered self defense!
In degrading herself to the point of swallowing c** as a means for financial
survival, she has now become the perfect victim, to a point where it just
takes all the fun out of it