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Explanations (I)

“It started when I was like, 13. I was an insecure little girl with no friends and these bitches at my middle school always made fun of how I got no type of guys. They told me I was ugly and no guys would ever like me.

It never really got to me until my dad started calling me a piece of shit and my mom stopped defending me and started drinking. I ran away one night and met a couple of girls at the corner who were really nice to me. To me, back then, they looked really weird. Little did I know they were prostitutes.

They complimented on my body and told me that I was really pretty. I couldn’t help but smile at the time. Then one of the guys who stopped by told me if a pretty girl like me would mind giving an ugly man like him, the time of day. Flattered, I said I would. I ended up learning how to do my first blow job on him. I’ve always loved the compliments and control I feel when I’m around the people. Thats why I’m still in the business."

“Now, I feel it’s my turn to explain something.”

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